Show THE QUEEN IN IRELAND j TAttle Prince Pat I O what do you think of that I Bless his little pinkish nose bless his little tIe rosy toes I I Now let Ireland ho glad I And ho loyal to lie lad While his bottle glves him pleasure let I her put aside her woes I Little Prince Pal I What a masterstroke was that I When they cleared away all troubles I through the magic of l name How can Ireland br blue I Since theres Patsy Wcttln who I they called him = Fritz Vctln Wllheim would bo Irish Just the same Chicago TimesHerald PRINCE PATRICK OF YORK London April 5it Is I said thll by the desire of Queen Victoria the son that v as horn to the Duke and Duchess of Yorl Saturday will bo christened Pat Ilck O Paddy dear and did you hear Tho nows Units I going round The shamrock blooms as noor before All over the Irish ground The Queen hns come to Dublin town And right o top of that Sho telegraphs the Duke of York To call the baby Pal Sho might have given to the Duke The choice of several I names For Instance Matthew Mark and Luke And John and loo and James And Jacob Isaac Abraham But no Instead of that She telegraphs the Duke of York To call the baby Pal She might have wished the boy to bear Some Scotch or English mime Some chieftains of the mighty post That fills tho trump of fnme But Scottish names sho put aside And Engiishthink o that And turning to tho Emerald Isle Sho said Lets cal him Pat O Paddy dear tis very clear The shamrocks blooming right So lets be wear Ing of tho green And danOo j a Jig tonight The Queen has come to Dublin town And right o top of that She telegraphs tho Duke of York To cal tho baby Pal New York Mall and Express THE IRISH TO THEIR QUEEN Och Is it thriilh theyre tellln us Tho news Is J goln round Thai it s vourself uoll see again yourself un Irish ground Long years ago we welcomed you when life was near the start When health and strength were In your step an Joy was In your heart An now when years an throublo lay their load l upon your head Think not theres cau e to he afcarcd your welcome will be dead Theres neer a wan would wish to lift a finger to your hurt Theres acer a wan would dip a quill to splatther you with dirt In this distressful country shurc tho man was nlver sen Would vex a woman on In years a woman wo-man an a Queen Had wo I hoult of thai mnnc scut that plcthurcd you with scorn Its proud wo d l be lo make him ruo tho lIly that he was born Hed niver draw another slur nor ate another other fiou Hod wake 01 find himself ono day won drowndcd In a bog Wo thank you for the kind soft word to boys beyond the foam Tho crnythurs will be pleased to know were proud of them at home IheyIl sport the shamrock In their caps by order of the Queen An proudly ploy on Pathrlcks day The Wearln of die Green They bore the brunt they tuk tho front their mate an drink a row But troth were feared that If I they re soured console will kill them now An Irishman In London Chronicle |