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Identifier: civilwarechoesch00howa (find matches)
Title: Civil War echoes: character sketches and state secrets
Year: 1907 (1900s)
Authors: Howard, Hamilton Gay
Subjects: Statesmen
Publisher: Washington, D.C., Howard publishing company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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night, I politely remarked that the other gentlemen were
tired and sleepy and asked if I could have the honor of
escorting him to his tent. He replied "certainly," and hav-
ing reached his tent he invited me in to take a "little medi-
cine for my nerves," with which I complied. Whereupon,
he gallantly said, "And now, sorr, allow me the honor to
escort you to your tent!" He was irresistible, and so we
both returned to our previous quarters, where he again
broke loose in song and Irish brogue stories and recita-
tions, finishing the other bottle and greatly annoying
Messrs. Laflin and Van Wyck, whom he persisted in enter-
taining with his favorite songs.
He sang the following, con expressione, to the air of I
Dreamt I Dwelt in Marble Halls:
There wuz a fauncy charcoal mon,
McClusky wuz hiz nayme;
Hiz foightin wayte waz sevin stlione, tin,
And he luvd swayte Mary Eye Jane;
He tuk her out rid
in in his charcoal cart—
'Twas on Saint Patricks Day—
Oh, the donkey tuk froight at a
So!dier-mon, and he tried for to run away!

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U. S. SENATOR EDWIN D. MORGAN, NEW YORK
EX-GOVERNOR OF NEW YORK

Sketches and State Secrets

They both did schrame, wid all their moight,
The donkey, for to shtop;
He upset Mary Eye Jane and all roight
Into a grocery shop;
McCIuskey seen the cruel deed,
And at the soight tuk pity;
He stab'd the domd donkey wid a piece of charcoal,—
And he shtarted for—Salt Lake City!

This was succeeded by another exceedingly funny song,
the manner of rendition being quite impossible to describe;
it was this inimitable manner which largely gave it the
humorous character. The air is a simple one—typically
Irish—in a high-pitched tenor or falsetto, on a minor key:
"Ye'll Come Back Agin"
Oh!" the divil, he came to the farmer's door:
Bi-z-z-z, w-i-t-t! (whistle), (pause), (whistle), (pause), (whistle,
whistle, whistle) ;
Sez he, wan of yure fam-ly I must hayve sure!
Sing;—tidery-eye-um; sing;—tidery-eye-aye!
"Oh, wife, wife! what have we done?"
Bi-z-z-z, w-i-t-t! (whistle), (pause), (whistle), (pause), (whistle,
whistle, whistle) ;

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