O MIGHTY Prince! It's no offense, Your worship, that I mane ye, While I confiss 'T was ra-al bliss, A moment to have sane ye! That you should see The likes o' me, The while I stud adjacent, I don't suppose, Although me clo'es Was mighty clane and dacent. Av coorse, ye know 'T was long ago, I looked at Jukes and such men, And longer since, An English Prince Begotten by a Dutchman! But by me troth, And Bible-oath! Wid all me Irish shyness, I've passed the word Wid many a lord, Much taller than your Highness! Ah! well, -- bedad, No doubt ye had, In token of allagiance, As good a cup As ye could sup Among thim black Canajans; But wha' d'ye think Of Christian dhrink, Now tell me that, me tulip! When through a sthraw Your Highness saw, The flavor of a julep? Thim haythen chaps, The nayger Japs, Wid all their curst expinses, Just tuk their fill, And left a bill At which the paple winces; But thin, no doubt, Ye'll ride about Wid BOOLE and all the Aldermen They've little sinse, But, for expinse, There's not a set of boulder men! FERNANDY WUD Has dacent blood, And illigant morality; And ye may swear Our mighty Mayor Will show his horsepitality! The soldiers all Are at his call, Wid Captains to parade 'em; And at the laste, Ye'll get a taste Of dimmecratic fraydem. But plase to note, Ye're not to vote, -- A privilege, by Jabers! Ye could n't hope, Were ye the Pope, Until ye've got the papers! Well, mighty Prince, Accept these hints; Most frayly I indite 'em; 'T is luck, indade, If ye can rade As aisy as I write 'em! And when the throne Is all ye'r own At which ye're daily steerin', Remimber what Some kings forgot, -- Remimber poor ould Erin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEA-GRAVE by SARA TEASDALE THE SLAVE MOTHER by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER UPON THE DEATH OF SIR ALBERT MORTON'S WIFE by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS THE SUMMER IS ENDED (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI HERO TO LEANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BOOK OF THE LETTER, SELECTION by ABRAHAM ABULAFIA |