IRISH Padre Tommeeckbride Laughed an' laughed onteell he cried. Always he ees do dat way At mos' evra theeng I say. Ees no matter w'at I spoke, He would tak' eet for a joke; Eet's a shame to tease a man W'en he do da best he can! Now, for eenstance, yestaday Dere's a chrees'nin' down our way; Eet's a baby call' "Carlott'" Dat my cousin Rosa's got. O! so small, jus' two weeks old -- Een wan handa you could hold! Wal, I am da wan dat stand For dees leetla child, my frand -- How you call een deesa land? "Godda-father?" Yes, dat's me! Wal, w'en all ees done, you see, An' da child ees bapatize', Padre Tommeeckbride, he cries: "Evrabody com' dees way. We must write eet down," he say. While he's writin' een da book, From my pocket here I took Twenta-fi'-cent piece, my frand, An' I put eet een hees hand. "Thanks!" he say, an' smiles at me. Den Bianca Baldi, she -- While da padre looks at eet -- Wheespers: "Dat's a leetle beet!" "Sure," I tal her, "dat'sa true, But da baby's leetla, too." Irish Padre Tommeckbride Laughed an' laughed onteell he cried. Always he ees do dat way At mos' evratheeng I say; Eet's a shame to tease a man W'en he do da best he can! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A LITTLE WHILE by SARA TEASDALE THE BALLAD WHICH ANNE ASKEW MADE AND SANG WHEN SHE WAS IN NEWGATE by ANNE ASKEWE TO LADY ANNE HAMILTON by WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER THE SAILOR; A ROMAIC BALLAD by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM SKY WRITING by MARY FINETTE BARBER SONNET OF FISHES by GEORGE BARKER THE LAST MAN: INSIGNIFICANCE OF THE WORLD by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |