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Title: Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 104, February 4, 1893

Author: Various

Editor: Francis Burnand

Release Date: February 6, 2007 [EBook #20538]

Language: English

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PUNCH,

OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.

VOL. 104.

February 4, 1893.

[Illustration: WHEN A MAN DOES NOT LOOK HIS BEST.

_Burglar_ (_taking the ground heavily_). "NAOW, 'OOEVER'D 'A' THOUGHT O'
THE HOWNER O' THAT THERE HINNERCENT LITTLE VILLA BEIN' A PERFESSIONAL
'CHUCKER-HOUT'?!!!"]

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LAMENT OF THE (WOULD-BE) IRISH EMIGRANT.

(_Latest Version, with apologies to Lady Dufferin._)

[Senator CHANDLER, in _The North-American Review_, recommends that
immigration into the United States should be suspended, at least
for a year.]

Oi'm sittin' on the stile, MARY, an' lookin' o'er the tide,
An' by jabers Oi'm afraid, Aroon, that there Oi'll _have_ to bide!
The grass is springin' fresh an' green in Ould Oireland, but oh moy!
If there's any green in JONATHAN'S land, _it is not in his oi_!

The States are awful changed, MARY; it is not _now_ as _then_,
When they lifted a free latch-string to all exiled Oirishmen.
Now we miss the whoop ov welcome; they suggest it's loike our cheek,
And Oi'm listenin' for brave LOWELL'S words--which CHANDLER does _not_
speak!

It seems to me their Aigle for full Freedom no more pants,
And the Senator, he mutthers ov "degraded immigrants."
Says they can't "assimilate" us; faix, the wurrud sounds monstrous
foine,
But Oi fancy that it's maning is, "We mane to draw the loine!"

Shure, we're "ignorant and debased," dear; and the poor won't now find
friends
Even in free Columbia! So 'tis thus the ould boast ends!
"Stop 'em--for a year," says CHANDLER; "we'll be holding our Big Show,
An' poverty, an'--well, Cholera,