SEE-SAW AND SAW-SAW.
Copyright. 1894, by The S. Brainard's Sons Co.
By Rose Greene Burton.
I've a son, an' ye beth he's a dandy, shure he swills it around iv'ry day;
While it's me wid me peanuts an' candy for all this nonsince I must pay;
Shure at nite he goes to the playater, an' he hears all the bother an' song;
Ah! his music wud sink a big stamer, or kill off Chinese at Hong Kong.
He sings see-saw an' saw-saw an' tra le lo la,
The flowers that bloom in the spring, do ye mind?
Rock-a-bye baby, he's gone to the war;
I'm so shy, darlin', pull down the blind.
He walks down the strate drissed so natelv-first this eye, thin that, he will wink,
An' smiles on the pretty gur:s swately-it's mashin' he calls it, I think;
Shure, an' whin he cums home in the marnin', he opens the dare wid a bang.
1f I say, Where ye bin, ye rap-scallioun? bin out singin' songs wid the gang.-
Share, his clothes air as fine as a fiddle, on his coat frunt he wears a bocka;
He parts his hair straight in the middle, an' "ither" an' 'nither" he'll say;
He cuts up such didoes an' capers, I niver know what he's about;
He spinds on play-acters me money, an' they tell him the latest that's out.- Ref.