MR MURPHY'S WILL.
As recited by Willie Wildwave.
Mr. Pat Murphy lay on his death-bed,
Mr. Mike Flaherty sat by his head.
Trying to write the last words that were said.
"Mickey," groaned Patrick, "Oi've told ye moi will,
Bekase I made strength for the lasht cody-cil.
Now thin," exclaimed Patrick, revived, "as moil frind,
I lave ye tin dollars in cash ye must sphind
On the lads who moi funeral sure will attind."
Ah, Paddy, me darlint," said Michael, with pride,
"To a fault ye are ginerous-hearted inside-
Begorrah, the lads won't be missin' the ride.
But, Murphy, plase tell me at wunst, if ye will.
Whin shall we be sphindin the lasht cody-cil-
Goin' or comin'?" "Whist, Mickey, be still
While Oi'm thinkin'," said Patrick, a-scratching his chin,
"To sphind It widout me that would be a sin-
Moike, sphind it a-goin'-Oi'll be wid ye thin."