Bishop M`Cue and the Pedlar. The Suit of Green.

Bishop M'Cue and the
Pedlar.
I have sung very often to satisfy you,
Of the pelt that was taken of Pelthers M'Cue,
As you made HO objection to what I have told,
A further adventure of him I'll unfold.
His name being up by the blistering joke,
He was marked and remarked by the northern folk,
The disgrace he got into by scratching in church,
Made him turn schoolmaster to tickle with birch.
He took to his scrapers one fine summer's day
Came to Dublin and there changed his name to M'Crea
He opened a school a fine dashing concern
And the blind, lame, and lazy came there for to learn.
On Monday the scholars had left off their task,
And their school-money lay counted out on the desk
A pedlar came in, with his goods on his hack,
To sell him a pen-knife he opened his pack.
The bargain being made they both begun talking
Says the pedlar my two feet are blistered with walking
When he mentioned the blister M'Crea gave a jump,
And with scratching he wore his ten nails to a stump,
I hope, says the pedlar yon don't mean to say
Ton are in bad health, no, no, says M'Crea,
Says the pedlar, then each day a fit comes on me
And it often occurs that I kill two or three.
The pedlar's eyes rolled and his teeth gave a gash,
He first stared at M'Crea and then at the cash,
He pulled out the razor saying the fits coming on,
Gogsbug, says M'Crea, I'm murdered, I'm goue,
lake a poker quite stiff M'Crea fell on his back,
While the pedlar swept all the blunt into bis pack
He walked off at his ease when the master came toe,
He picked up a letter for Pelther's M'Cue.
The letter ran thus—Sir, I'm satisfied now,
I have had satisfaction for taking my sow,
The pedlar who left you asleep in the faint,
Was Corney Regan who gave you the complaint.
All kinds of ornamental bad luck may attend
Both pedlars and tailors, from this to Ringsend;
So outrageous he got, he was taken away,
And in Bedlam he's known asmad Johnny M.Cros.
The Suit of Green.
Come all you pretty fair maids and listen to my melody,
When you hear my lamentation I'm sure you'll pity me,
Once 1 loved a young lad as neat a lad as could be seen,
He was torn from my arms for wearing of the suit of Green.
It was on a summers evening as me and my love did rove,
Folded in each others arms as we strayed thro' a shady grow
He laid his head against my breast and unto me did say
My life it lies in danger for wearing of the suit of green.
If this be true dear Willy, if this you tell to me be true,
I pray throw by your clothes and I'll buy yon a suit of blue,
No, no, my charming fair one, no cowardice shall be seen,
For I am a sou to Granua. and 1 always adore the green.
It was on a summers evening as my love and I sat in a room
Folded in each others arms immediately the guards did come,
Its with their guns they broke the door the moment he was seen
He was torn from my arms for wearing of the suit of green,
I am a son to Erin it is oft in my life from me was tore,
Our national colour and the shamrock that St. Patrick bors,
My love was then taken and by court-martial he was tried,
The colonel gave orders at next day he should die.
I was sent for by my master, a man that I wished to see,
He brought me to Dublin the rights of law to give to me,
He bought for me a suit of clothes the neatest could be seen,
Embroidered with gold lace to decorate the green.
I went unto the colonel my lamentations to make known,
Craving for his mercy, down on my knees did fall,
He says rise up my blooming girl your true-love I'll free,
I'll restore him to your arms and give him leave to wear the
green.
It is now I'll wed my Phenix bright a faithful girl she. to me
I'll embroider with gold laces and her mantle shall be of gold
It is now my trial is over thanks to God who set me free,
Prosperity may attend him that has released my love to me,