“Patsy O’Wang,”Song.Air “Pat Malloy.”Me father was a Hooligan, me mother was ChinayAnd I was born in Hong Kong town ten thousand miles away.Me father was a sojer in the tenth artilleree,He took me to the barracks there in Hong Kong by the sea.Me christian name was Patsy and O’Wang me name Chinay;An’ while they all took toddy I drank nothin’ but green tay.One day I brewed the punch meself an’ then I tried the same:Hooray! it touched a vital spot, it lit the Irish flame.True son of ould Hibernia, I struck for higher pay,I swung it like a gentleman, I drank no more green tay.But all good luck must have an end, there comes adversitee,They sent us to Ameriky ten thousand miles by sea.We sailed and sailed the ragin’ main forever and a day,The boundin’ ocean made us sick, they dosed us with green tay.For twenty hours or more I lay, that poison did me rack:I rose a haythen Chinaman, a queue hung down me back.Me almond eyes were set askew, me queue twirled round me pate,They called me Chin, I made the duff and boiled the Captain’s mate.A fool for luck the proverb says, a fool O’Wang must be,For now I’m turned true Irishman, bad cess to all Chinee.And in this free Ameriky I’ll have a word to sayI’m goin’ into politics, I’ll drink no more green tay.And for the moral of this tale I’m sure it’s very plain:When tipple stirs your blood too much, you’d better just abstain.
“Patsy O’Wang,”Song.Air “Pat Malloy.”Me father was a Hooligan, me mother was ChinayAnd I was born in Hong Kong town ten thousand miles away.Me father was a sojer in the tenth artilleree,He took me to the barracks there in Hong Kong by the sea.Me christian name was Patsy and O’Wang me name Chinay;An’ while they all took toddy I drank nothin’ but green tay.One day I brewed the punch meself an’ then I tried the same:Hooray! it touched a vital spot, it lit the Irish flame.True son of ould Hibernia, I struck for higher pay,I swung it like a gentleman, I drank no more green tay.But all good luck must have an end, there comes adversitee,They sent us to Ameriky ten thousand miles by sea.We sailed and sailed the ragin’ main forever and a day,The boundin’ ocean made us sick, they dosed us with green tay.For twenty hours or more I lay, that poison did me rack:I rose a haythen Chinaman, a queue hung down me back.Me almond eyes were set askew, me queue twirled round me pate,They called me Chin, I made the duff and boiled the Captain’s mate.A fool for luck the proverb says, a fool O’Wang must be,For now I’m turned true Irishman, bad cess to all Chinee.And in this free Ameriky I’ll have a word to sayI’m goin’ into politics, I’ll drink no more green tay.And for the moral of this tale I’m sure it’s very plain:When tipple stirs your blood too much, you’d better just abstain.
“Patsy O’Wang,”Song.Air “Pat Malloy.”
Me father was a Hooligan, me mother was ChinayAnd I was born in Hong Kong town ten thousand miles away.Me father was a sojer in the tenth artilleree,He took me to the barracks there in Hong Kong by the sea.Me christian name was Patsy and O’Wang me name Chinay;An’ while they all took toddy I drank nothin’ but green tay.One day I brewed the punch meself an’ then I tried the same:Hooray! it touched a vital spot, it lit the Irish flame.
Me father was a Hooligan, me mother was Chinay
And I was born in Hong Kong town ten thousand miles away.
Me father was a sojer in the tenth artilleree,
He took me to the barracks there in Hong Kong by the sea.
Me christian name was Patsy and O’Wang me name Chinay;
An’ while they all took toddy I drank nothin’ but green tay.
One day I brewed the punch meself an’ then I tried the same:
Hooray! it touched a vital spot, it lit the Irish flame.
True son of ould Hibernia, I struck for higher pay,I swung it like a gentleman, I drank no more green tay.But all good luck must have an end, there comes adversitee,They sent us to Ameriky ten thousand miles by sea.We sailed and sailed the ragin’ main forever and a day,The boundin’ ocean made us sick, they dosed us with green tay.For twenty hours or more I lay, that poison did me rack:I rose a haythen Chinaman, a queue hung down me back.
True son of ould Hibernia, I struck for higher pay,
I swung it like a gentleman, I drank no more green tay.
But all good luck must have an end, there comes adversitee,
They sent us to Ameriky ten thousand miles by sea.
We sailed and sailed the ragin’ main forever and a day,
The boundin’ ocean made us sick, they dosed us with green tay.
For twenty hours or more I lay, that poison did me rack:
I rose a haythen Chinaman, a queue hung down me back.
Me almond eyes were set askew, me queue twirled round me pate,They called me Chin, I made the duff and boiled the Captain’s mate.A fool for luck the proverb says, a fool O’Wang must be,For now I’m turned true Irishman, bad cess to all Chinee.And in this free Ameriky I’ll have a word to sayI’m goin’ into politics, I’ll drink no more green tay.And for the moral of this tale I’m sure it’s very plain:When tipple stirs your blood too much, you’d better just abstain.
Me almond eyes were set askew, me queue twirled round me pate,
They called me Chin, I made the duff and boiled the Captain’s mate.
A fool for luck the proverb says, a fool O’Wang must be,
For now I’m turned true Irishman, bad cess to all Chinee.
And in this free Ameriky I’ll have a word to say
I’m goin’ into politics, I’ll drink no more green tay.
And for the moral of this tale I’m sure it’s very plain:
When tipple stirs your blood too much, you’d better just abstain.
Curtain.
REJECTEDORTHE TRIBULATIONS OF AUTHORSHIPA FARCEBy T. S. DENISONAuthor ofOdds with the Enemy, Initiating a Granger, Wanted, a Correspondent, A Family Strike, Seth Greenback, Louva, the Pauper, Hans Von Smash, Borrowing Trouble, Two Ghosts in White, The Pull-Back, Country Justice, The Assessor, The Sparkling Cup, Our Country, Irish Linen Peddler, The School Ma’am, Kansas Immigrants, An Only Daughter, Too Much of a Good Thing, Under the Laurels, Hard Cider, The Danger Signal, Wide Enough for Two, Pets of Society, Is the Editor In? The New Woman, Patsy O’Wang, Rejected, Only Cold Tea, Madam P’s Beauty Parlors, Topp’s Twins, A First-Class Hotel, It’s all in the Pay-Streak, The Cobbler, A Dude in a Cyclone, Friday Dialogues.Also the Novels,The Man Behind, An Iron Crown, etc.CHICAGO:T. S. DENISON, Publisher,163 Randolph Street.
REJECTED
ORTHE TRIBULATIONS OF AUTHORSHIP
A FARCE
By T. S. DENISON
Author ofOdds with the Enemy, Initiating a Granger, Wanted, a Correspondent, A Family Strike, Seth Greenback, Louva, the Pauper, Hans Von Smash, Borrowing Trouble, Two Ghosts in White, The Pull-Back, Country Justice, The Assessor, The Sparkling Cup, Our Country, Irish Linen Peddler, The School Ma’am, Kansas Immigrants, An Only Daughter, Too Much of a Good Thing, Under the Laurels, Hard Cider, The Danger Signal, Wide Enough for Two, Pets of Society, Is the Editor In? The New Woman, Patsy O’Wang, Rejected, Only Cold Tea, Madam P’s Beauty Parlors, Topp’s Twins, A First-Class Hotel, It’s all in the Pay-Streak, The Cobbler, A Dude in a Cyclone, Friday Dialogues.
Also the Novels,The Man Behind, An Iron Crown, etc.
CHICAGO:T. S. DENISON, Publisher,163 Randolph Street.