Parody On When This Cruel War Is Over
Published by Chas. Magnus, 12 Frankfort St N.Y
Parody On When This Cruel War Is Over.
Och, Biddy dear, do you remimber,
Whin we last did meet,
'Twas at Paddy Murphy's party,
Down in Baxter street;
And there all the boys did envy me,
And girls envy'd you —
Whin they saw my great big bounty,
In greenbacks, all new.
Next day I shoulder'd my ould musket,
Braver thin ould mars:
And with spirits light and airy,
Marched off to the wars:
But now me drame of glory's over,
I'm homesick I fear,
I'd give this world for a substitute,
To take my place here.
Och! Biddy darlin' things are changing
Since I left New York,
There I got good beefsteak plinty —
Now I get salt pork;
And the crackers Biddy jewel,
For to tell the truth,
They are harder than a brick-bat,
And wud break yer tooth.
Whin the cabbages are blooming,
Beautiful and strong:
Or whin whiskey punch is brewin’ —
Mournful is me song;
In me drames I often see ye walking
With that blackguard Tim.
Oh! if I could only get a furlough,
Would'nt I slather him.