PADDY MURPHY'S BUDGET.

Manawatu Times, Volume IV, Issue 84, 30 October 1880, Page 2

PADDY MURPHY'S BUDGET.

Wo have received from Mr. Leary, the local aganl-, a copy of a recently-published work, entitled " Paddy Murphy's Budget," being a collection of " the ponies, tiligrams, an 1 ipistols" of that wtll-known Geltic gintlfman, The collection embraces some seventy pieces, being a uoefcioal record of the political events of the last five years, but written m a style irresistibly comi"al and amusing. Wo have not the honor of knowing Mr. Murphy m the flesh, but by his own account the very intimate relations which existed between himself and various Governors, and his ready admittance to Cmu-.'us an 1 Cabinet meetings, gave him immense advantages over ordinary historians, a fiu'fc easily (o be seen m the character of the " pomes," and as a consequence a flood of light is let m upon the inner workings of Responsible Government, very much at variance with the generally-conceived idea. Mr. Murphy is at all times amusing, the total absence of anything approaching to bif terness being a marked characteristic of his writings, and it has been truly said of him, that those who have received the hardest blows of his shillelagh, have often been the first to enjoy a good laugh at their own expense. We have on many previous occasions published various of Mr. Murphy's contributions, but we cannot refrain from making an extract, op two which will give our readers an idea as to the fund of wit, humor, and satire to bo found m the volume. We may say that the " ponies. " date from a period anterior to Abolition, and every political event of importance from that to the present time has been graphically touched upon m both prose and verse From the following " pome " it will be seen that Mr. Murphy is not a disciple of Sir William Fox, as his Muse (Mr. Murphy's, not Sir William's) has woven the following Jeremiad on DARLINT POTHEEN. Arrah, lave me alono, boys, to sigh and to moan, boys, For sure it's mesilf that's m grief and disthress ; The3''re fcixin' the craychur aginst human uatur ; They'll soon have this land iv the divjl's own mess. We hare kept up our sperrits, and stood on ourmerits, Before those ould Tories cum on to the scene ; But sura the boulft Major was mti.de for a guager, Bud luck to ths vai-auut wlio taxes potheen. Sure vile clagradasliun must fall 011 the nation That gives up its whisky for coli'ue or tay ; It stands sure to rayson that sorrow an thrayson Mils', euin when our pluck and o.ur sperrits der cay. Our Tliveshurer's aekshuu may plaise a small fackshun, It's jisfc an injueotuent for ehaitin' the Queen — Sly stills will bagoin' where pure eresks ara 1 flo.win', Iv spit of the Major we'll have our potheen. In History's story, we '11 find Britain's glory. Is jow to ths bottle, tha kajj, and the flask ; Aitch hayro so stout, hoys, was ne'er put to rout, boys, Bekays aitoh bould warrior fo,ugh.t m Ms ' casque ;' Should our lo^iilachure now water the cr^ychure, Bo.^orra there soon will be wigs upon the gjreen; Thy beef an the bi'ewin' may a)l sjo to ruin ' So long as they lave us our da\"lint potheen. However, from the following excellent parody of Tennyson's " Lady Clara Vere de Vere," it would appear that Mr. Murphy had his eye also aff.pr the malt, and thus" denounces the late Treasurer for. his ta,i i upon that commodity : — BEER DE BEER. Johnny Ballanee Beer de Beer. Of ale you sluvll not win renown — Ye Wirm!jht to load Bach brewer's cart Wid thin. ' sho oak '. about the town, Tha swipe ■ \vt: spiled l>3 bveweis ril-jd; Thar s;iw tha suava wid frinzj* fired j ' Deskhroyor of a hundhrod bavr'ls, Yo are not one to be ad-mired.|

Johnny Ballauce Beer de Beer, I know yer proud to make a name f Yer pride, me boy, 13 mighty fine, Bs gog we'veJspUed your little game t For beer ws make a tax ye'd take, Ye thricil to woo us wid yer cliarrus, The simple hop, whin, out o' flower, Produces ale, an' yeast, an" barm. '• " ' . Johnny IJallanee Beer de Beer, Soms other dodge you'll have to find — Perhap3 ye'd better tax the fl/.z ; The thr;ie deeprsiukei'3 wouldn't mind ; The Bill ye'd niove, we know would prove A failure— what can you reply ? The lyin' 0:1 yoav f^ncy rates Ye know, me boy, it's all me I. Johnny Ballance Beer de Beer, Ye'd take the brains from aiteh hogshead ; Share malt would be too do ir al-vie, We'd have to put put ia dhrugs instead ; The price ye'd rise ou them that buys — . A grate flne-ansher ye may be — There's cobwebs m the toiler's throat Which you would hardly care to see. Johnny Ballance Beer de Beer, Yer mates hay given yon the slue j Why, even "Fox bethrayed bis kind, Ati vo*jgcj ginst yer tax an you ; Och, be vtie uokoy, 'twas abwrd ■ To make the poor inaa's comfort dear; Besrvud-.jin him the crimson nose Which marks the caste of Beer de Beer. Johnny Ballance Beer de Beer, There stands no barmaid m yer hall, The brand o' ' Blood ' is at yer door, Ye don't drink home-made swipes at all'; Ye take a course, widout remorse, I Ay Guinness from yer native erth, Bekase yer heart is over there In that green island ay yer birth. Thrust me, Ballance de Beer, Our mates had lots o' prisints sint ; Aiteh trrand ould Brewer, pon me life, Has graised the paws o' many a gint. Howc'er it be, a jolly spree . . Jiat now and thin, I think is good-* ' : ■ Ta.ikarcU arc more than coronets. ■ . Colonial ale than ' Bass ' or ' Blood.* I know ye, Ballance Beer de Beer, Ye fchry to build up airy towers ; Ye thi listed well — alas not wi<ie — - Too much m yer persuasive powers ; New Zayland's health, for want o' wealth. Is sickening of a tight desays, Ye dale so ill. wid ' mint ' and ' time,* Ye do not tax the thing that pays., Ballance, Isallanc.eß,eer de Beer, If ' sugar's ' short up^n yer hands', Are there no absentees to rate? No idle runs ? no wasted lands ? Go, taitoh the squatters how to bleed Unless they lam fco plow an. sow ; G >, taitch the millynnnirs to • port/ An let the yeoman's licker go. , After the foregoing denunciation of the late Treusurer, Mr. Murphy's Muse becomes por lifcieal, and thus sympathises w ith the I£night of Westoe over his " kick out " from Wanganui : — ■ OUT IN THE QOWLD, Oeh, Billy, nje ho^ey, Begorra, its f nnny To see ye, me darlint, without any salt; It's mighty perplexing, And railly it's vexin, • To find such an iHigant orathor bait. In Parliament, nightly, Ye spho^§ so politely, In beautiful language yer sentences rowled, We thongnt ye a jonus — A gvate ijim^Orsthanus — But Billy, me darling yer out m the coivld. FaiK, sure it's a pleasure To hsar ye, me threasare, Addressiii the boys wid yer sootherih voice ; Aich mighty orashun, . : Sure, caused a sensashun, Your BillinT3ga f ,e dixshnn was always so choice ; Aich sintence ye utther, Like soft-melted butbher, Qr tallow for candles r'.nj m to. am^wld, > ■ • • Falls sweet on the ear, sure ; "Sis lovely to heur, sure ; But Billy, me darlint, yer out m "the cowld. Bad luck to the spontin, Twos it, beyond doubtin, That cooked ye, me honey; Sir -George and his stump . . , Dasthroyed per'illeckshuii. And caused yer evick3hun, Attd left ye to weep be the side of the pump t Grey, Sheehan, aud Muc. has, Wid Ballance and B^aechus, Gone straiir'a t for yer brush—at lalst so I'm tqwld— \Yibhin a l^ng cooey Ay owld Wanganui, Ye couldn't raich darlint— yer out m the cowld. The Baivl next turns his poetical powers to apostrophising tha now hero of retrenchment, Mr. Hall, who at the date of the '' Pote's epistol " had ju3t resigned his Beat m the Upper Houoe m order to " go m " for the supreme command. JOHNNY HALL. Oh, they've given ye the laid, Johuuy Hall, Johnny Hall, But, begorra, I'm afraid, Johnny Hall, That yer Opposition hknvsin, And yer bouncin on yer crowin, Vfi'i yer 4tkliis 3n an Bowen, Wont put "ye m at all, " Johnny Hall. Ipon me sowl it's grand, Johnny Hall, Jqhnny Hall, To see ye tako comm nd, ' "" " Johuny Hall ; Of Pat-thri-ots so pure, Who nrqniise chat fcheyfll cure All the evils we enclire, Johany Hall, Johnny Hall, ' When the Goveraor does coll, Johnny Hall. Avick, machree ! bedad, Johnny Hall, Johnny Hall, Sir George is mighty bad,. Johnny Hall ; Bekays he wont give way, An second fiddle play — ; Tfer a purfcy cup of tay, Johnny Hall, Johnny Hall, Its a pity ye should fall, Johnny Hall. Yer arguments are sound V !' ■ - Jol\nny Hall, .Johnny. Hall j Its only now we found, Johnny Hall, : . S.iah varchuos m the camp ■ A_v the hayroes o the Swamp: Piako's pretty damp, Johnny Hall, Johnny Hall. I think yell miss the ball,. Johnny Hall. ; Either as a railway companion or a sonroe of amusement during; leisure houi's afc hojne, " The Budget " will be fo^nd without a rival, while the course q# political events during the last hulf-deoade are detailed m a quaint and humorous style which cannot fail to prove interesting. What Artemus Wurd was, Mr. Paddy Murphy is, and the man must oc a veritable Trappist who could peruse his "pomes and ipistols" without j indi\lging m a hearty lau,gh. . i