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 Charles Harcourt White, 
 
SONGS AND POEMS 
 
 DEDICATED TO 
 
 THE BENEVOLENT ASSOCIATION 
 
 Protection Engine Company, No. ^, 
 
 OF 
 
 MELROSE, NEW YORK. 
 
 Bv CHARLES HARCOURT WHITE. 
 
 NEW YORK ; r^'AUG 25 1893 . 
 
 PUBLISHED BY E. D. SLAT^f^);^^ ^^^^^^^h^.n^'" 
 
 153 and 155 Fulton Street. 
 1893- 
 
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 Copyright, iSo^, by CHARLES HarcOURT WHITE. 
 
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 CONTENTS 
 
 PAGE 
 
 The Fireman's Boy, . - - - i^ 
 
 War Song, - - ~ - - - 21 
 
 The Fireman's Monument, - - - 23 
 
 An Acrostic, - - - ' " ' ^5 
 
 Away to the Rescue, Protection! 
 
 Oh, Give Me the Honey Bee, 
 
 Honey Bees' Yankee Doodle, - - ■ " 
 
 The Old Honey Bee, - - - " - 33 
 
 Protection Our Pride, ----- 3o 
 
 Here's to Protection, - - ' " "3 
 A Complimentary Song to Harry Howard 
 
 Engine Co. No. 36. ----- 40 
 
 Fly, Protection, - - - ■ ■ - 43 
 
 The Fireman, ------ 45 
 
 The Resolve, . - - - . - 47 
 
 The Result, ----- 49 
 
 Melrose Lassies, - - - - 52 
 
 The Fireman's Bride, - - ■ - 54 
 
 Honey Bees to Their Friends, . . - 56 
 
 Lines on The Death of John S. Carman, - 58 
 
 Honey Bees' Old Folks, - - - - " ^^ 
 
 Get Inside The Fire Line, • - 63 
 " Dutchy," - - ----- 65 
 
 Me Mother-In-Law, - - • • ■ ^^ 
 
 Protection's Volunteer, I, - - - 7i 
 
 Protection's Volunteer, H, - - - 75 
 
 Protection's Volunteer, IH, ' 79 
 
TO THE RE1VEVOI.EXT ASSOCIATION 
 
 Protection Engine Company, No. 5, 
 
 OF 
 
 MELROSE, NEW YORK. 
 
 "TIVING now amid the reminiscenses of life rather 
 ^x^^ than in its anticipations ; dwelling in the memo- 
 ries of the past, which the lapse of time serves but to 
 strengthen ; sadly reminded by their absence of many 
 old time genial friends, who have crossed the line that 
 divides time from eternity ; ideally seeing as in the 
 bloom of life were seen the beloved forms of those 
 who were bound to me by the nearest and dearest ties 
 of consanguinity — who were endeared to me in their 
 lives are bewept and honored in their graves ; and for 
 whom dearly in my heart with reverent tenderness 
 shall sacredly be cherished the fondest love, until 
 comes my time to join them. 
 
 In the long past days of 1852, inspired with the 
 desire of contributing my mite to the general fund 
 
o PREFACE. 
 
 of our ordinary entertainments, and also of presenting- 
 a general attestation of the harmony that happily 
 prevailed among Protection's forty true and stalwart 
 members— after deliberating on the question of the 
 best course to be persued — I decided on attempting to 
 make a slight practical use of a proclivity for rhym- 
 ing, the germ of which I chance to have inherited 
 in a slight degree from an infinitely superior and purely 
 poetic source — an inclination which I never have 
 fostered, but have endeavored to overcome. 
 
 Of the exact date I am uncertain, but to the best 
 of my recollection, on the first day of September, 1852, 
 w^e were completing our arrangements to receive our 
 Engine and entertain our invited guests on the follow- 
 ing day. All the Harlem and local Companies — with 
 that of New York 5 — whose name and nom de plume we 
 had adopted — had been invited, and, I believe, were 
 present in uniform with their Engines, except Five's 
 Company, which sent a strong delegation. 
 
 Deeming that this event would afford a propitious 
 opportunity for the contribution of my mite to the fund 
 of entertamment, I hastily composed the song entitled, 
 "The Honey Bees' Greeting to their Friends," intended 
 to be alike appropriate to the occasion and complimen- 
 tary to our guests. It was spiritedly sung at Ward's 
 
PREFACE. 9 
 
 Hotel, Mott Haven, and received with great favor, all 
 present joining- in the popular chorus, with which 
 every one then was familiar, with a lustiness that 
 caused the Harlemites to gaze across the river in 
 wonder. 
 
 This song was followed by " The Honey Bees' Old 
 Folks," and others, some of which have been lost. Those 
 that remain, with some other of my pieces, I have 
 grouped together in this little volume to present, as a 
 Token of Friendship and a Keepsake to my old time 
 friends, ''The Benevolent Association of Protection 
 Engine Company, No. 5, of Melrose, New York." 
 
 And now, in the hope that the perusal of these 
 songs and pieces may have the grateful effect of revi- 
 ving the brightest of old time scenes, and recalling none 
 but the most cheerful recollections of the past, and 
 that a genial thought may sometimes drift through 
 your minds of the author, 
 
 I am, as ever, yours truly, 
 
 Charles Harcourt White. 
 
THE FIREMAN'S BOY 
 
 1% /rOTHER, look out and see that light, 
 V^ How red it makes the sky ; 
 It is a grand, though fearful sight ! 
 See how the bright sparks fly. 
 
 It is a house on fire, alas ! 
 
 A scene whene'er I view. 
 With poignant sorrows of the past, 
 
 My heart is wrung anew. 
 
 Mother, pray what noise is that 
 Resounding o'er the pave ? 
 
 Who are those men in figured caps 
 And shirts of red, so brave 1 
 
 Swift rolling engines, eager shouts 
 And clanging gongs you hear ; 
 
 Those gallant men, in figured caps. 
 Are firemen brave, my dear. 
 
THE FIREMAN S BOY, 
 
 Their manly shouts each other cheer, 
 
 As fleetly o'er the pave 
 They dash, inspired by hope sincere, 
 
 To rescue and to save. 
 
 And thus, dear mother, night and day 
 Do they our safety guard ? 
 
 Their goodness, how can praise repay 
 Or gratitude reward ? 
 
 My sire, you say, was brave and true ; 
 
 If living, sure am I 
 That he would be a fireman too ; 
 
 But ah ! why do you cry ? 
 
 Ask not my boy, your tender years 
 Forbid that you should know ; 
 
 I grieve to think your mother's tears 
 Should damp your spirit's glow. 
 
 How could affection, mother dear, 
 
 More tenderly be shown ; 
 For me are all your smiles and cheer. 
 
 Your griefs you bear alone. 
 
THE FIREMAN S BOY. 
 
 The love of angels, pure, divine, 
 
 In heaven where dwell the blest, 
 
 The kind Creator wills to shine 
 In my fond mother's breast. 
 
 vSo good a heart should overflow 
 With peaceful joy and cheer; 
 
 Of grief or sadness never know, 
 Or cause to shed a tear. 
 
 So mother, while your arms entwine. 
 Clasp me in fond embrace. 
 
 While lovingly your tears with mine 
 Are mingling on my face. 
 
 Your cause of grief disclose to me, 
 Nor let your kindness spare, 
 
 For truly I wish not to be 
 More happy than you are. 
 
 God bless my boy, whose love so true 
 Doth sweet expression find. 
 
 As like your father darling you 
 As flower to its kind. 
 
THE FIREMAN S BOY. 
 
 My love and care for you are all 
 That long has bound me here, 
 
 May naught I pray through life befall 
 To checker 5^our career. 
 
 Your father was a fireman brave, 
 
 As ever grasped a rope; 
 A nobler heart ne'er beat to save 
 
 The sufferer, void of hope. 
 
 One stormy night the deep-toned bell, 
 The fireman summoned forth; 
 
 A kiss, adieu, he flew, he fell, 
 My dearest tie on earth ! 
 
 He fearless dashed through smoke and flame 
 
 To save a hapless child. 
 Whose dying screams in anguish came 
 
 Through din and storm so wild. 
 
 Neath swaying walls, mid ruins waste. 
 
 That seethed on every side. 
 Was found your sire, in death embrace 
 
 The child for whom he died. 
 
THE FIREMAN S BOY. 
 
 Their charred remains, in awe to view, 
 Were by his comrades born. 
 
 While fell their tears as weeping dew 
 Of midnight on the lawn ! 
 
 Life's darkest hour was that when first 
 On his loved form I gazed, 
 
 As stunned by shock of thunder burst 
 The sight my senses dazed ! 
 
 In deepest woe, in fell despair, 
 
 Distraught, I wailed and moaned. 
 
 Until, dispite all friendly care. 
 Was reason quite dethroned. 
 
 A shattered wreck, like some frail bark, 
 Storm dashed on ocean reef. 
 
 For which of hope the faintest spark 
 Gleamed not kind relief. 
 
 I'll tell not of the woeful days 
 
 To mournful weeks that grew. 
 
 E'er faintly seen through mental haze 
 My darling babe I knew. 
 
l6 THE fireman's BOY. 
 
 Six years have passed, my story's done, 
 
 No longer need I keep 
 The mournful secret from my son 
 
 Of why I sometimes weep. 
 
 Mid Woodlawn's consecrated bloom 
 The drooping- willow weeps 
 
 Its dewy tears around the tomb 
 
 Where your brave father sleeps. 
 
 So mother, were you left alone 
 With me a babe the while ? 
 
 No wonder grief is in your tone 
 And sadness in your smile. 
 
 Yet, 'twere a noble death to die. 
 Spite of misfortune great, 
 
 Although I weep, yet proud am I 
 Of his heroic fate. 
 
 For though so sad my father's fate. 
 Could he have gone from here 
 
 In nobler cause, or half so great ? 
 But weep not, mother dear. 
 
THE FIREMAN S BOY. 
 
 Well said, my boy, no hero yet 
 Too brave his sword to yield, 
 
 Death more heroically met 
 On glory's crmison field. 
 
 Six years, 3^011 say, have come and gone 
 
 vSince that ill fated day; 
 Six joyless years since I was born, 
 
 Life you have grieved away. 
 
 Oh think, how sad my lot would be 
 
 Of you bereft were I; 
 Dear mother, pray, for love of me, 
 
 To be more happy, try. 
 
 All signs of grief that meet my view 
 Your love would fam disguise, 
 
 Transform as clouds, in glorious hue, 
 That deck the sunset skies. 
 
 But rays of light that faintly steal 
 Through dismal clouds, that tell 
 
 Of storm portending, but reveal 
 The gloom they would dispel. 
 
THE FIREMAN S BOY. 
 
 Late is the hour, the crimson wave 
 
 That fiercely lit the sky 
 Has vanished, and our guardians brave 
 
 Are homeward passing by. 
 
 Morn and night when, mother dear. 
 
 My daily prayers I say, 
 With gratitude and heart sincere 
 
 I'll for their safety pray. 
 
 And when I grow to be a man 
 
 I'll be a fireman, too : 
 At duty's call to lead the van 
 
 I'll try as firemen do ! 
 
 With courage said, my boy, and though 
 
 You are my life, my all. 
 Than have you other I would know 
 
 Your sire like you would fall. 
 
 To manhood grow as brave as he, 
 
 Who so humanely died ; 
 Honor and Truth your motto be. 
 
 The Golden Rule your guide. 
 
THE FIREMAN S BOY. 
 
 When Winter's o'er and vernal Spring 
 Returns, my boy, we'll go 
 
 Where art adorns, the wild birds sing, 
 And silvery streamlets flow : 
 
 To Woodlawn's sacred shades, and there, 
 Where rest the fair and brave, 
 
 With buddmg plants and flowers rare, 
 Adorn his honored grave. 
 
 With those bright flowers, mother dear. 
 
 May pity kind be led 
 To send the rose of health and cheer, 
 
 That long your cheek has fled. 
 
 This heavenly gift I'd value more 
 
 Than blessings all below : 
 Than all the gems of Flora's store, 
 
 Or fortune could bestow. 
 
 God bless the fireman, surely he 
 Deserves the blessing kind. 
 
 And gratefully his name should be 
 In every heart enshrined ! 
 
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A WAR SONG. 
 
 eM POSED for and siing- on the occasion of our 
 •«^ raising- a large new American flag- in front 
 of Protection's house, on Elton Avenue. July 4th. 1S61. 
 When all the loyal North was ablaze with patriotic 
 ardor, many of our members volunteered and bravely 
 foug-ht for their country throughout the war. They, or 
 the survivors of them, will recall how well Mr. George 
 Birch sang- this ode and with what enthusiasm the large 
 assemblage of both sexes swelled the chorus, better 
 than the author of these songs can tell them. Colonel 
 Todd, when he reached Washington from here, in com- 
 mand of a reg-iment. wrote that he had read it to our 
 martyr President and g-iven him one of our printed 
 copies, with which he was well pleased, as it attested 
 the patriotic sentiment of this section. 
 
A WAR SONG. 21 
 
 A WAR SOXG. 
 
 AIR RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 
 
 Warlike in ever}- direction, 
 
 Cannon boom forth on the air. 
 While surrounding- the hive of Protection 
 
 Of Melrose, the brave and the fair. 
 In loyal devotion assemble, 
 
 Their hearts' sacred homage anew, 
 To attest for that glorious symbol 
 
 Of the Union, the Red, White and Blue! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Of the Union, the Red, White and Blue ! 
 Of the Union, the Red, White and Blue ! 
 
 To attest for that glorious symbol 
 Of the Union, the Red, White and Blue ! 
 
 The soul-stimng, martial notes blending. 
 
 Our colors that gallantly fiy. 
 The glad shouts of freemen ascendmg, 
 
 All honor the Fourth of July ! 
 Auspicious the day and the hour 
 
 When freedom defiantly drew 
 Her sword against tyrany's power. 
 
 For the Union, the Red, White and Blue ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 For the Union, the Red, White and Blue ! 
 For the Union, the Red. White and Blue I 
 
 Her sword against tyrany's power. 
 For the Union, the Red, White and Blue ! 
 
2 A WAR SONG. 
 
 Thus inspired, we sought for and selected, 
 
 In the wild wood a giant of trees ; 
 By our hive see it towers, erected 
 
 To carry our flag to the breeze ! 
 Neath the flag of our union we muster, 
 
 The Honey Bees lo3^al and true. 
 As were freemen of old wont to cluster, 
 
 Thus to swear neath the Red, White and Blue ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Thus to swear neath the Red, White and Blue ! 
 Thus to swear neath the Red, White and Blue ! 
 
 As were freemen of old wont to cluster. 
 Thus to swear neath the Red, White and Blue ! 
 
 Though nations and traitors assail thee, 
 
 Though the world were in arms to o'erthrow, 
 Starry flag, to that peak we would nail thee, 
 
 And spring between thee and the foe ! 
 Flag of the free, we adore thee ! 
 
 On liberty's altar anew 
 Swear treason shall ne'er dim the glory 
 
 Of Columbia's Red, White and Blue . 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Of Columbia's Red, White and Blue ! 
 Of Columbia's Red. White and Blue ! 
 
 Swear treason shall ne'er dim the glory 
 Of Columbia's Red, White and Blue ! 
 
THE FIREMAN'S MONUMENT. 
 
 AIR THE soldier's TEAR. 
 
 TN Greenwood's sacred shades, 
 
 So tranquil and serene, 
 While dewdrops glistened on the flowers 
 
 That deck its hillocks green, 
 Alone I rambled forth, 
 
 Its beauties to survey, 
 As o'er the bay in glory's hue. 
 
 Arose the King of Day. 
 
 The solemn grandeur there 
 
 Of all that met my eye, 
 The sculptured monumental piles 
 
 That rear their cressets high, 
 Inspired my heart with awe. 
 
 As o'er the hallowed ground, 
 I wandered mid the stately tombs 
 
 In reverie profound. 
 
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 THE FIREMAN S MONUMENT. 
 
 With slow and reverent step, 
 Went musing- on a pace, 
 
 Until one I approached and stood 
 Uncovered at its base ; 
 
 Just then the birds wild song- 
 Broke on the golden air, 
 
 Methought as if the joyful throng 
 Approved my homage there. 
 
 And as their warbled strain, 
 
 Thrilled on my raptured ear, 
 O'ercame I leaned upon the chain 
 
 And dashed away a tear. 
 And through emotion's spray 
 
 I scanned the noble shaft, 
 Crowned by the sculptured fireman, 
 
 With an infant in his grasp! 
 
 Though many a sun has set 
 
 Since that bright morning- scene, 
 Those sacred shades I'll ne'er forget, 
 
 Their lawns and hillock's green ; 
 Nor the free wild warbled song 
 
 That rose with sweet consent, 
 As I, uncovered, stood beside 
 
 The Fireman's Monument ! 
 
AN ACROSTIC ON 
 
 F riendship, all hail, thy attributes divine, 
 
 R apt love and Truth delight thy praise to sing: 
 
 I nspire all hearts to seek thy blissful shrine, 
 
 E ncircle nations in thy hallowed ring. 
 
 N eath gilded dome and humble thatch to cheer, 
 
 D iffuse thy love, entwine thy sacred ties ; 
 
 S weet solace, thou, to all whose hearts sincere, 
 
 H ave fondly sought thy soothing sympathies. 
 
 I n age and infancy, through life's brief span, 
 
 P otential thou to cheer the lot of man. 
 
 L ive in our hearts, Love, fount of purest joy : 
 O h sacred treasure, from bright realms above, 
 V irtue adored without taint or alloy, 
 E nshrine the sacred thought, that God is Love. 
 
 A doming virtues of the good and brave, 
 
 N one brighter bloom on earth or deck the grave 
 
 D ecreed no more the monarch than the slave. 
 
 T ranscendant Truth, imperial Queen o'er all, 
 R eigning supreme, adored by sage and seer ; 
 U ntold the millions who thy worth extoll ; 
 T hy heaven born precepts gratefully revere, 
 H onor to thee, blest Truth, thou hast no peer : 
 
AWAY TO THE RESCUE, PROTEC- 
 TION! 
 
 AIR MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA. 
 
 ^^jrONEY BEEvS, another song I'll sing, and every 
 ^^^ man 
 
 I hope, will join the chorus, just as when to fires we 
 
 ran ; 
 Just as when the bell struck, always in the van 
 We flew to the rescue with Protection ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Away, away, the flames illume the sky, 
 
 Away, away, with old Protection fly, 
 
 In the path of honor none the Honey Bees outvie. 
 
 Away to the rescue, Protection I 
 
 Truly of the Honey Bees it ever has been said. 
 Wide awake at duty's call alertly they obeyed ; 
 Proud to do her bidding, and by danger undismayed, 
 We flew to the rescue with Protection I 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
AWAY TO THE RESCUE, PROTECTION ! 27 
 
 We prized our gallant motto as we did our laurels won, 
 " All our rivals we respect, but fear have we for none " 
 Let's sing- it wdth the chorus as we sang it every one, 
 When we flew to the rescue with Protection ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 On our way the fire to fight, full many a volunteer 
 Of " Five " would grasp the rope, and pull as might a 
 
 Texan steer ; 
 And when we reached the fire the crowd would shout 
 
 with friendly cheer, 
 Hurrah for the laddies of Protection! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Now, that the boys no more can run or work on '' de 
 
 machine," 
 We meet to talk of younger days, in memory bright 
 
 and green. 
 And sing a song of Melrose Five, of engines all the 
 
 queen. 
 When we flew^ to the rescue with Protection ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
OH! GIVE ME THE HONEY BEE. 
 
 AIR A LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE. 
 
 /*\H ! give me the Honey Bee, 
 
 No matter how old and worn, 
 For the pride of my heart is she, 
 
 Without her I sigh forlorn ; 
 How^ oft' it has been my pride. 
 
 Surrounded by flame and smoke, 
 To work by her blistered side. 
 
 And list to her matchless stroke. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Oh ! give me the Honey Bee, 
 
 No matter how old and w^orn, 
 
 For the pride of m}^ heart is she. 
 Without her I sieh forlorn. 
 
OH I GIVE ME THE HONEY BEE. 29 
 
 Though other Machines, more grand, 
 
 May now be in the town, 
 Not one in all the land, 
 
 Of her class can call her down ! 
 I'm proud of our laurels won. 
 
 Of the Honey Bee's stream so high ; 
 Of our record, which that of none 
 
 Of our rivals can e'er outvie. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 I wandered away, afar ; 
 
 Now I toss on the bounding main, 
 But she is my guiding star, 
 
 Alluring me home again 
 Swiftly o'er the sea 
 
 As an ocean bird I'd fly, 
 Along with the Honey Bees ; 
 
 And her laddies, I'd live and die I 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
HONEY BEES' YANKEE DOODLE. 
 
 AIR YANKEE DOODLE. 
 
 Y^'KEE DOODLE, will you come, 
 
 Join our little Five, sir, 
 Help the Bees to make her hum ; 
 Walky in our hive, sir. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Yankee Doodle, set 'em up. 
 Spartan Prince of rousers ; 
 
 Soap your locks, oh, take de butt, 
 And roily up yer trousers. 
 
 When you join you must agree 
 
 To smoke and chew the weed, sir ; 
 
 To be a gallus Honey Bee: 
 
 Must live up to our creed, sir. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
HONEY BEES YANKEE DOODLE. 3I 
 
 Our reputation, far and wide, 
 
 Is known throughout the town, sir; 
 
 No rivals out of it can snide. 
 
 The boys they cannot down, sir. 
 
 CHORUS, 
 
 Our figure on your cap display, 
 
 Bunk off m oiir hive, sir ; 
 Don't you hear the people say, 
 
 They all are down but Five, sir ? 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Our gallant foreman, Billy's some. 
 
 The flower of Protection ; 
 A gayer blossom doesn't bloom 
 
 Nor florish in creation. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Then look at Mose, "oh, vot a Bee," 
 
 The devil couldn't toss him ; 
 He's just as nimble as a flea 
 
 And wary as a possum. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
32 HONEY BEES YANKEE DOODLE. 
 
 Yankee Doodle, be your name 
 Inscribed upon our roll, sir ; 
 
 We're porters at the gate of fame, 
 Who only ask your toll, sir. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
THE OLD HONEY BEE. 
 
 AIR DEAREST MAY. 
 
 /*\H, dad, come listen while we sing, 
 
 And to us stories tell, 
 ' Neath the old oak tree your chair we'll bring, 
 
 The place you love so well. 
 The silvery moon in splendor bright 
 
 Shines o'er the landscape gay, 
 The babbling brook, your heart's delight 
 
 Will join our gleesome lay. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Poor dad is old ! 
 
 His step, once firm and bold. 
 Is failing now ; his noble brow 
 
 In death will soon be cold. 
 
34 THE OLD HONEY BEE. 
 
 Ah, yes, my boys, I'm feeble, though 
 
 Of what should I complain ; 
 Your love sets my old heart aglow, 
 
 Makes it feel young again. 
 For old folks crave the love of those 
 
 Who are to them most dear ; 
 It's like the sunshine to the rose. 
 
 So grateful is its cheer. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Lead on beneath the old oak tree, 
 
 Where the rippling waters glide : 
 I'll tell you of the Honey Bee 
 
 That once was all my pride ; 
 And of her boys, true and sincere. 
 
 As e'er were comrades brave ; 
 At duty's call who'd spring with cheer 
 
 To rescue and to save. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
THE OLD HONEY BEE. 35 
 
 Boys, when no longer may this staff, 
 
 Support my tottering pace, 
 Promise me this epitaph 
 
 Shall mark my resting place: 
 ^'Here lies a Melrose Honey Bee, 
 
 Beneath this silent flag : 
 A fireman true, and truly he 
 
 Was never known to lag ! " 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
PROTECTION OUR PRIDE. 
 
 AIR WHITE WINGS. 
 
 "IflERCELY a norwester's raging, 
 
 Icy its breath, heavy laden with sleet ; 
 None brave the war it is waging. 
 
 Except the night watchman patrolling his beat. 
 Five's boys are all bunking in slumber, 
 
 Restful as that to which childhood is sung. 
 All save the one of our number, 
 
 Whose turn came to-night to bunk off on the tongue. 
 Off boys, now we go, keen though the winds blow. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Storm King, despite thee as ever. 
 
 At duty's command shall the Honey Bee glide ; 
 Firemen are we in all Aveather, 
 
 Duty our pleasure. Protection our pride ! 
 
PROTECTION OUR PRIDE. 
 
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 Hark ! from the tower, storm shaken, 
 
 Aforth is the fire alarm born far and wide; 
 Our gong clangs, the sleepers awaken. 
 
 And quick as by magic they down the pole glide ! 
 Homeward, at length, we are turning. 
 
 Coated with ice are our engine and we ; 
 Of hardship complaint ever spurning. 
 
 So loyal to duty is each Honey Bee. 
 Homeward now we go, keen blow the winds, O ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
HERE'S TO PROTECTION. 
 
 AIR WAIT FOR THE WAGON. 
 
 OU call Upon me for a song ; to give you one I'll try, 
 
 But first set up the lager, for my pipes are rough 
 
 and dry. 
 
 To help me sing the chorus, then, if you will all agree, 
 
 I'll sing you one of many wrote about the Honey Bee, 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Here's to Protection, 
 Here's to Protection, 
 Here's to Protection, 
 
 The Melrose Honey Bee ! 
 
 At midnight, when is heard the bell and the watchmen 
 
 fire cr}^. 
 And leaping flames are blazoning the lurid clouds on 
 
 high. 
 
HERE S TO PROTECTION, 39 
 
 Fleetly to the engine house our laddies run and shout: 
 Roll her lively, Honey Bees, be first upon the rout ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 May fortune on us ever smile, our earnest efforts 
 
 crown, 
 Emblazon our escutcheon with honor and renown ; 
 As heretofore, in future time, our honest boast shall be : 
 In the race of honor none shall lead the Honey Bee ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
A COMPLIMENTARY SONG 
 
 TO HARRY HOWARD ENGINE CO. NO. ;^6 OF NEW YORK. 
 AIR RED, WHITE AND BLUE. 
 
 y/ E brave hearts of old Harry Howard, 
 The friends who your virtues admire. 
 In friendship's bright alcove embowered. 
 
 Bid their minstrel to you tune his lyre. 
 The boys w^hom it hath fame delighted. 
 
 To honor we'll sing of anew. 
 United in friendship, as plighted 
 
 To the conquering Red, White and Blue ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 To the conquering Red, White and Blue, 
 To the conquering Red, White and Blue ; 
 
 United in friendship, as plighted 
 To the conquering Red, White and Blue! 
 
A COMPLIMENTARY SONG. 4I 
 
 In duty's stern path ever zealous, 
 
 Justice and honor your aim, 
 Ever scorning of aught to be jealous, 
 
 Save the lustre of your gallant name; 
 And we know it will never be blighted, 
 
 That proudly we all shall review 
 The career of the laddies, united, 
 
 Whose motto is Red, White and Blue! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Whose motto is Red, White and Blue, 
 Whose motto is Red, White and Blue ; 
 
 The career of the laddies, united, 
 Whose motto is Red, White and Blue! 
 
 And Howard boys, now and forever, 
 
 We'll cherish the friendship that glows 
 
 Between us, and nothing shall sever 
 
 Thirty-six and their friends of Melrose; 
 
42 A COMPLIMENTARY SONG. 
 
 We'll tell of each other in story, 
 
 And each to the other most true, 
 
 In their mutual triumphs will glory, 
 
 The boys of the Red, White and Blue! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 The boys of the Red, White and Blue, 
 The boys of the Red, White and Blue; 
 
 In their mutual triumphs will glory, 
 The boys of the Red, White and Blue! 
 
FLY, PROTECTION ! 
 
 "VI/hEN is heard the shout 
 
 Of "fire, turn out ! " 
 Honey Bees are bound to lead the rout ; 
 
 You may rely, 
 
 We're on the fly 
 When the watchman rings the cry I 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Fly, fly, Protection, fly 
 At the stroke of the bell in the tower nigh ; 
 Fly, fly, Protection, fly 
 Away to the rescue, fly ! 
 
 We lead the van, 
 
 Beat Five who can ; 
 When the flre bells ring and her brakes we man; 
 
 As Bees around 
 
 Their hive abound 
 Protection at a fire we rally round ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
44 FLY, PROTECTION ! 
 
 You bet that we 
 
 No company 
 Allow the lead of the Honey Bee ; 
 
 Nor on the rout 
 
 E'er start without 
 Is heard our old familiar shout! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Red, AVhite and Blue, 
 
 Our colors true. 
 We're proud of the figure that we carry, too 
 
 Afar and nig-h 
 
 Is heard our cry 
 At the bell's first stroke in the tower high ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 We seek no praise, 
 
 To save we raze, 
 Victory achieve in the battle blaze ; 
 
 Our boys excel, 
 
 For they answer well 
 To the watchman's cry and the tower bell ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
THE FIREMAN. 
 
 YY^HEN night's pearly dew drops glisten 
 On the moonlit forest spray, 
 And sometimes in our dreams we listen 
 
 To the songsters' tuneful lay ; 
 Tranquil hours of rest enjoying, 
 
 Free from cares wont to impose 
 On slumber's peace, with dreams annoying, 
 All defying calm repose. 
 
 His chamber window partly open, 
 
 From his couch and slumbers spell, 
 The fireman leaps when it is broken, 
 
 By the first stroke of the bell ; 
 Downy couch and pillow's whiteness. 
 
 In a moment lose their charm. 
 Quick as dreamy slumber's lightness 
 
 Is broken by the dread alarm. 
 
46 THE FIREMAN. 
 
 His fire cap, suit and belt beside him, 
 
 Ready at the call to fly, 
 And lantern lit is there to guide him 
 
 When no stars illume the sky. 
 Oh, fame, our guardian fireman true. 
 
 Reward with brightest laurel thine, 
 And honor with thy garland, too, 
 
 As fits the brave his brow entwine. 
 
THE RESOLVE. 
 
 1% /TY beau's a gallant bachelor, 
 
 v^ And truly I declare 
 On Cupid's list unnamed is one 
 That with him will compare ; 
 A gayer, manlier than he 
 To find 'twere vain to strive, 
 And he's a dashing Honey Bee, 
 The pride of Melrose Five. 
 
 The pleasures of the mazy waltz, 
 
 With him I love to share, 
 
 I'd give a kingdom but to know 
 
 What his intentions are ; 
 
 When next he comes some plan I'll try. 
 
 For all in love is fair, 
 
 I'll win or know the reason why 
 
 His love he don't declare. 
 
48 THE RESOLVE. 
 
 To win my gallant Honey Bee, 
 
 Love's strateg-y I'll try ; 
 
 How strange that one so brave as he 
 
 Of love should fight so shy ; 
 
 And should I prove the c onquerer, 
 
 I'll sing in merry lay, 
 
 How yielded my gay bachelor 
 
 In cupid's gallant fray. 
 
 See " The Result," May 20, 1852. 
 
THE RESULT. 
 
 /*\NE eve, returning from a fire, 
 
 I called my girl to see. 
 And pleasure spread its radiance o'er 
 Her face at sight of me. 
 I laid my fire cap on a chair, 
 Whereon was thrown her shawl; 
 She raised it and took off the front 
 And hung it on the wall. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Oh, isn't she a daisy ! 
 Thelovliest of all; 
 The girl who keeps my cap front 
 Hanging on the wall. 
 
50 THE RESULT. 
 
 To my expression of surprise, 
 
 Thus said my lassie true: 
 
 Whenever on it rest my eyes 
 
 I'll fondly think of you. 
 
 Though gems of art around we see, 
 
 I'll prize above them all 
 
 The cap front of my Honey Bee, 
 
 Hanging on the wall. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Thrilled by the love-light in her eyes. 
 
 Enraptured by her charms, 
 
 I rose, and tenderly I clasped 
 
 My darling in my arms. 
 
 The sweetest pet names ever sung, 
 
 I fondly lavished all 
 
 On the girl who lovingly had hung 
 
 My cap front on the wall. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
THE RESULT. 
 
 Her lips are red as rubies rare, 
 Her teeth are white as pearls, 
 And lightly to her shoulders fair. 
 Her tresses fall in curls. 
 With every grace endowed is she, 
 And goodness crowns them all: 
 The girl who hung in loving glee 
 My cap front on the wall. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 I've a cozy rural cottage, 
 Overspread with foliage green, 
 Where sing the birds and flowers bloom- 
 There she shall reign the queen. 
 And there in happiness we'll dwell 
 Till comes the final call, 
 With my cap front of the Honey Bee 
 Hanging on the wall. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 51 
 
MELROSE LASSIES. 
 
 AIR KILLARNEY. 
 
 "1% yrELROSE lassies, fair, in whom 
 
 v^ Beauty's charms and sweetness dwell ; 
 Least I care w^ho share their bloom. 
 
 None their lovliness excel. 
 Where beam the sun's refulgent rays, 
 
 On daisy quilted hills and dells. 
 And memory ever fondly strays, 
 
 In fair Melrose, my lassie dwells. 
 Speed our bark o'er ocean wide, 
 Soon my lass will be my bride; 
 
 My lassie fair, my lassie. 
 
 My peerless Melrose lassie! 
 
MELROSE LASSIES. 53 
 
 Of life, was that the sweetest hour, 
 
 By the silvery moonlit wave, 
 Neath the rustic cottage bower. 
 
 When she to me her promise gave. 
 Rose and lily, sleeping there. 
 
 Spangled o'er with sparkling dew, 
 Fairy scene of beauty, where 
 
 She gave to me her promise true. 
 Of bliss the acme will be mine. 
 To bow with her at Hymen's shrine ; 
 
 My lassie fair, my lassie, 
 
 My peerless Melrose lassie 1 
 
THE FIREMAN'S BRIDE. 
 
 TORM ruled the midnight hour, 
 
 ^^^ And fiercely the blast from the North 
 
 Swept over tree top and tower, 
 
 The dread fire alarm bearing- forth ! 
 When the bride of a week, whose dejection 
 
 Her heart's sad forebodings betrayed, 
 Viewed the storm clouds ablaze in reflection- 
 
 For his safety, most dear to her, prayed. 
 
 Love's fears pictured dangers appalling, 
 
 As mentally rested her gaze. 
 On lofty walls, swaying and falling. 
 
 Amid the wild dm and the blaze! 
 The peril of those who were nearest. 
 
 And then with a quiver of pain — 
 The thought, if among them, her dearest 
 
 She might never see him again. 
 
THE FIREMAN S BRIDE. 55 
 
 Too of ten leads duty to danger, 
 
 She sadly and tearfully sighed: 
 To fear he was ever a stranger, 
 
 Protection and duty his pride! 
 Though peace and repose are denied me, 
 
 No trace of my grief shall be seen, 
 For he would regretfully chide me 
 
 Should he know how unhappy I've been. 
 
HONEY BEES TO THEIR FRIENDS. 
 
 AS SUNG IN 1852. 
 
 AIR CAMPTOWN RACES. 
 
 +€ 
 
 OXEY BEES on a race are fleet, du da, du da; 
 ^ Old Protection can't be beat, du da, du da, da I 
 
 Clink the crystal, three tiaa^flt^ three, du da, du da; 
 Melrose Five, the Honey Bee, du da, du da, da! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Let duty call by night, 
 Or let her call by day: 
 
 She'll find the laddies all delight 
 Her mandate to obey! 
 
 New York Five, here's to thee, du da, du da. 
 Queen of hearts, old Honey Bee, du da, du da, da! 
 Again to the boys of Number One, du da, du da. 
 Hurrah for Lady Washington, du da, du da, da! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
HONEY BEES TO THEIR FRIENDS. 57 
 
 Another, boys, from friendship's store, du da, du da, 
 Ranaque, Mott Haven Four, du da, du da, da! 
 All hail, the boys of Forty-Nine, du da, du da, 
 Gayest laddies in the line ; du da, du da, da! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 No boys in honor's path who strive, du da, du da. 
 Excel the boys of Thirty-Five, du da, du da, da! 
 As good and game, we all agree, du da, du da, 
 Protection's friends of Forty-Three, du da, du da, da ! 
 
 CHORUS, 
 
 West Farms, though last, yet all the same, du da, du da. 
 Her laddies well are known to fame, du da, du da, da! 
 A bumper to us, every one, du da, du da, 
 In harmon}' we'll work and run, du da, du da, da! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Here's to us, one and all, 
 
 Our country and her flag : 
 She'll find if she on us shall call. 
 
 We don't know how to lag ! 
 
LINES ON THE DEATH OF 
 JOHN S. CARMAN, 
 
 A Member of Protection En(;ine Co. No. 5, 
 OF New York. 
 
 As composed and published on the occasion in 1853. 
 
 J^ 
 
 '■ O more upon our roll his name 
 
 In future may be known ; 
 Erased by death, rewarding fame, 
 
 Now claims it for her own. 
 Carman's name, Protection's son, 
 
 Is now enrolled on high. 
 His record bright with laurels won, 
 
 He died as heroes die I 
 
LINES 
 
 ON THE DEATH OF JOHN S. CARMAN. 59 
 
 As last we met I see him now, 
 
 And hear the lire bell toll : 
 A generous hope illumes his brow, 
 
 He cries, Protection, roll ! 
 The rope he grasps, and o'er the pave 
 
 As swiftly on we tly: 
 Speed on to rescue and to save! 
 
 Is his inspiring cry. 
 
 We reach the awful scene — the fire — 
 
 The fierce flames leaping high, 
 As if the Fire Fiend, in his ire. 
 
 Would storm night's lurid sky! 
 A life to save, with fearless dash, 
 
 His life the hero gave: 
 Neath fiery walls, whose falling crash 
 
 Entombed our comrade brave! 
 
 That crash, alas ! his doom foretells. 
 
 In grief is spoken o'er, 
 And mournfully the tolling bells 
 
 Say, Carman is no more ! 
 
6o LINES ON THK DEATH OF JOHN S. CARMAN. 
 
 All streams upon the flaming pile 
 
 Are turned from every side, 
 And manly g-rief is shown the while 
 
 For him, Protection's Pride! 
 
 Neath threatening walls, the fiery waste, 
 
 Night long, till noonday bell. 
 We worked e'er we had cleared a space 
 
 To where our brother fell. 
 No tongue can tell, no pen portra}^. 
 
 Our hearts' emotions deep. 
 When, charred and crushed, we saw him lay 
 
 In death's o'erawing sleep! 
 
 We mourn our loss, for those he left, 
 
 To his sorrowing widow lost : 
 His prattling babe so early reft 
 
 On life's bleak ocean tos't. 
 May every blessing life affords, 
 
 And fortune's gifts to spare, 
 Be life long showered on our wards — 
 
 Safe in Protection's care! 
 
HONEY BEES OLD FOLKS. 
 
 AIR OLD FOLKS AT HOME. 
 
 1 UST a little way from Morrisania, 
 
 Upon a hill so gay, 
 There's where my heart is turning ever, 
 
 There's where the Honey Bees stay. 
 Up^ and down the Empire City, 
 
 Sadly I roam. 
 Humming- this familiar ditty. 
 
 And longing for my good old home! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 No matter, boys, in what direction. 
 
 This weary exile roam ; 
 His heart is sad for old Protection, 
 
 And for the Honey Bees at home! 
 
62 HONEY BEES OLD FOLKS. 
 
 All around Melrose I wandered 
 
 When I was young, 
 With the Honey Bees my time I squandered, 
 
 Many our songs we sung. 
 Then we used to roll Protection, 
 
 Happy was I, 
 No cause had I for trouble or dejection — 
 
 How we made the Honey Bee fly! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 I never found another Bee Hive 
 
 Like that upon the hill. 
 Nor an Engine that could equal our Five, 
 
 When the foreman cried, "Boys, say you will!' 
 When again shall I hear her humming ? 
 
 No longer would I roam — 
 Will the laddies ever see me coming 
 
 To rejoin them in our good old home ? 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
GET INSIDE THE FIRE LINE. 
 
 T< VERYTHING the Honey Bees attempt, they do 
 
 up brown, 
 And Little Five's an Engine our rivals can't call down; 
 With her we've won the trophies we're ever proud to 
 
 show ; 
 With her we're bound to capture more wherever we 
 
 may go. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Walky in, walky in, walky in, I say, 
 Get inside the fire line and see Protection play! 
 Among the other engines, hidden in the smoke, 
 Look for old Protection where you hear the quick- 
 est stroke ! 
 
64 t;ET INSIDE THE FIRE LINE. 
 
 In about a week we org-anized, and then we built a 
 
 hive — 
 Home we rolled our Engine, the famous Little Five! 
 She's proved to be a daisy,as she would her builder said, 
 Always winning in her class in every match we 
 
 played I 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 To roll and work the Honey Bee to us is only play, 
 The boys who man her brakes so well, are ready night 
 
 day; 
 Homeward, going from a fire, so oft we sing with glee. 
 We're known by all the people as the *' A^ocal Com- 
 pany." 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Our wreath is just the prettiest that could an engine 
 
 deck. 
 And proudly we've encircled it around Protection's 
 
 neck ; 
 To rivals who would win it we give notice in advance. 
 Unless they try it fairly they must take a dusty chance! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
DUTCHY." 
 
 "^""^13^^ ^^y^ ^^^ ^^^^ ^^ Tuchy, dot aind my fader's 
 
 name ; 
 Id aind so on Bertechshtm's roll, bud id goes shust de 
 
 same ; 
 Vatdser madder mit de name, since all de vorlt pegan, 
 Who der tuyfel does'nt know, de name tond make de 
 
 man I 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Dutchy is a bnlly boy as ever run with Five, 
 
 In hope to roll her first he's always loafing round 
 
 the hive. 
 As miss a fire its said that he would just as lief be 
 
 hung ; 
 That's w^hy he often bunks at night upon Protec- 
 tion's tongue. 
 
66 "dutchv." 
 
 I alius vont to roll her fust soon as de pell is rung ; 
 Half de nig-hts alretty I have shleep ubon her dongue, 
 Dil foreman or assisdand getch us den I hof gommand, 
 Und py dot fire mit bipe or putt id vos my righd do 
 shtand ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 I useder vonder vy von gangs de fire pells alius prings, 
 Dot vonds der help der house on fire der save der 
 
 beebles dings, 
 Dey shumb around in all de rooms so pizz}^ und so 
 
 prave, 
 Und ofden drows de vinders oud a looging glass to save. 
 
 CHORUS, 
 
 Negsd dime I dinks I'll see vot prings dot loaver gangs 
 
 around, 
 I dook a wrenge und ub de shdairs vos mit um mit a 
 
 pound. 
 Dot gang vos shneaking every dings, py dunder 'tvos 
 
 a zhame 
 To rob de homeless beebles so, und firemen hoff de 
 
 plame! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
"dutchy." 67 
 
 Five's sucgshun wrenge vos dot I hoff, I'd handled id 
 
 pefore, 
 Und quick dem leavers all pud von was pleeding on de 
 
 vloor ; 
 Dot von he make me droubles, den I lammed him in 
 
 de shnoud 
 Und fanned him mit de sucgshun wrenge undil he vas 
 
 blayed oudi 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Und dots de vay de Honey Pees vor right are pound 
 
 ter vin, 
 Venever loavers droubles make shusd ped vere gound- 
 
 ed in. 
 Hurrah for old Berdeckshun, poys, und dond vorget 
 
 dat zhe 
 De idol is of Tuchy's heart — de Melrose Honey Pee ! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
ME MOTHER-IN-LAW. 
 
 J^N the County iv Cork was a man I am towld, 
 I niver have heard iv another as bowld ; 
 Shure a lobsther alive wudn't shtick in the craw 
 Iv a man who'd elope wid his mother-in-law. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Wid his mother-in-law, his mother-in-law, 
 He'd betther been riding a circular saw, 
 Or pullin a tooth from a crockadile's jaw, 
 Than sparkin to skip wid his mother-in-law. 
 
 If livin's another wid taste so divine, 
 Might the Divil intice him to shtalc away mine ; 
 I'd give him a pig an' the likes iv a shtraw 
 Shudn't lie in his way to me mother-in-law. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Me mother-in-law, me mother-in-law. 
 It's crass-eyed I am fram watching her paw ; 
 I wish you cud hear the abuse iv her jaw. 
 Whin juice bugs are atin' me mother-in-law. 
 
ME MOTHER-IN-LAW. 69 
 
 On Sathurday nights in an ominous way, 
 Wid blarney an' schowl she is afther me pay ; 
 The full i\^ me dinner pail if I cud dthraw, 
 I'd have to divide wid me mother-in-law. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Me mother-in-law, me mother-in-law, 
 The Divil has rattled me mother in-law ; 
 I sigh for the day, in the bone yard away. 
 Whin they'll tumble the clay on me mother-in-law. 
 
 She's the size iv an Amazon, over six fate, 
 Wid the help iv a jag she cud vSullivan ate ; 
 An' the music is shwate whin yer filin' a saw, 
 To the tone iv the voice iv me mother-in-law. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Me mother-in-law, me mother-in-law, 
 Dthryer than powther me mother-in-law ; 
 Half me pay goes into Riley's cash dthraw, 
 To square for the jags iv me mother-in-law. 
 
70 ME MOTHER-IN-LAW. 
 
 The Honey Bees hose from Riley's gin mill, 
 
 I wish I cud lay between her an his shtill, 
 
 For I know when the " butt " she wuz forced to forsake 
 
 Her friends might prepare for an illegant wake. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Me mother-in-law, me mother-in-law, 
 Afther the wake iv me mother-in-law, 
 I'd a dimijohn make iv a handful of sthraw, 
 To shtake on the grrave iv me mother-in-law. 
 
PROTECTION'S VOLUNTEER. 
 
 0F the Honey Bee McCarty was a fighting volunteer, 
 He never lost a fight because his methods were so queer; 
 The pride and boast of all his gang, they blowed around 
 
 the town — 
 No other had a scrapper who could call McCarthy down! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Rattle him, McCarthy, oh ! lade a lively pace, 
 De glorv iv yer record niver shall defate disgrace; 
 De gang is wid ye, don't forget, ye'll lick him, niver 
 
 fear, 
 For yer de king iv champions. Protection's Volun- 
 teer. 
 McCarthy was a welter weight, and of the toughest 
 
 grade : 
 Fat, ragged and as sassy as they're in the Bowery 
 
 made ; 
 Than stop a shoulder blow of his, an Irish ass behind 
 I'd rather shtand and twist his tail-I'd try it in your 
 
 mind. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
72 PROTECTION S VOLUNTEER 
 
 With the diplomatic wisdom of a minister of state. 
 
 To win upon his backers' strength he'd always calcu- 
 late ; 
 
 When his prestige was in peril, they would matters so 
 confuse, 
 
 That when a fight he couldn't win, he was certain not 
 to lose. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 For size and weight, the odds against him, cared he not 
 
 a whit, 
 "Shure de more iv him dere is," said he, "de asier to hit; 
 Dere ribs don't shtand de racket whin dere shkitherry 
 
 an' tall, 
 An ticker dey are, hully gee, de heavier dey fall I" 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Of victory this disregard, at times, would dash his hopes, 
 For a bigger slugger oft' has sent him sailing through 
 
 the ropes; 
 But trifles such as these to notice he would never deign. 
 The gang would pick him up and fire him in the ring 
 
 again. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
PROTECTION S VOLUNTEER. 73 
 
 His seconds in his corner oft' to him would kindly say: 
 "Dthraw an' clinch him here, nor mind de call to break 
 
 away ; 
 We're solid wid de refferee an' gamble dat we'll thry 
 In pullin yez apart to close de porker's udder eye." 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 ''Shkip around his left, wid dat ye mind it is he shtrikes; 
 Git upon his chugular an' gaff him wid yer shpikes; 
 Any way ye lick him goes, de gang is so well heeled. 
 If dem mugs give us any shlack, we'll shwipe 'em off de 
 field." 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 When spite of all, McCarthy saw his star was going 
 
 down. 
 And that by faking only could he save his high renown; 
 Then it was his battered mug would meet his second's 
 
 jowl, 
 And warble in his ear, ^'nixt round be quick an' claim 
 
 a foul." 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
74 PROTECTION S VOLUNTEER. 
 
 So, of local champions, McCarthy was the king, 
 
 For never slugger faced him who could best him in the 
 
 ring. 
 If more about him and the gang, in future you would 
 
 hear, 
 Stand me up to sing about Protection's Volunteer. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
PROTECTION'S VOLUNTEER. 
 
 II. 
 
 ;^^^GAIN, about McCarthy, since you stand me up to 
 sing, 
 
 I'll start from where I left him with his seconds in the 
 ring, 
 
 And why he was the nonpareil of local slugger lights. 
 
 You'll know when I have told of this, last of his tough- 
 est fights. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Rattle him, McCarthy, oh 1 lade a lively pace, 
 
 De glory iv yer record niver shall defate disgrace; 
 
 De gangis wid ye, don't forget, ye'll lick him, niver 
 fear, 
 
 For yer de king iv champions. Protection's Volun- 
 teer. 
 
76 protection's volunteer. 
 
 The battle was against him, over matched in size and 
 
 weight, 
 To fleishwursht he was being chewed, and dreading 
 
 he'd be ate ; 
 To his trainer, said he, '-Mick, I'll have a sup iv grog, 
 Nixt round to claim a foul be quick, be jabers I'm no 
 
 hog." 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 True was Mick, on rushed the gang, the ring was swept 
 
 away; 
 "We'll show demugs we're bound to see McCarthy have 
 
 fair play." 
 As for the rival gang they went, they furiously howled — 
 "Is is rootin' here dey tmk we are, to see de champion 
 
 fouled?" 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 As rock by mighty tempest hurled against a mountain 
 
 rock, 
 As cannon balls would meet, so met the gangs in battle 
 
 shock ; 
 As if perdition's gates had burst, and all the stokers 
 
 there 
 Had for a battle royal rushed out of the sulphurous 
 
 air. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
PROTECTION S VOLUNTEER. 77 
 
 When tangled like a darkey's wool, the gangs were in 
 
 a heap, 
 McCarthy to his seconds said, " Shure now's our time 
 
 to shneak I" 
 To a stable where two clammers kept an Ass on equal 
 
 shares. 
 They hiked away McCarthy, for the purpose of repairs. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 He looked as limp and rotten as a fish a week or more, 
 That high and dry had stranded been upon a sunny 
 
 shore ; 
 To care for all his wounds at once, to strip him they 
 
 began, 
 Of a meal sack made a poultice bag, and squeezed him 
 
 in the bran. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 McCarthy kicked at being bagged, was told to " howld 
 
 his pace : 
 It's us an' don't forget," said they, ''is doctherin 3^er case; 
 Shure all yer bruises, humps an' holes, we cud'nt over- 
 haul. 
 We're savin time an' missin none, wan powltice diz 
 'em all." 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
78 protection's volunteer. 
 
 They tied the sack about his throat, a feed bag on his 
 
 head, 
 " To hale his schalp an' kape the sthable draughts from 
 
 him " the)^ said ; 
 Then brought a keg of whiskey and a tube of proper 
 
 length, 
 Through which to draw it they explained, "to give him 
 
 heart an' stringth." 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 When they had drank their fill, they bade McCarthy 
 kind adieu, 
 
 Saying "twudn't take the thratemint long to make him 
 good as new," 
 
 And with them I will leave him; if again you wish to 
 hear. 
 
 In another song, I'll tell how fared Protection's Volun- 
 teer. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
PROTECTION'S V0LUNTP:ER. 
 
 III. 
 
 j\\ cCARTHY, in the poultice sack, blinked through 
 
 the stable dust 
 At the Ass, whose staring- galled him with suspicion 
 
 and distrust ; 
 He sighed " de Divil roast him," and of w^hiskey drew 
 
 a sup: 
 "It's for no good I gamble dat he's sizin iv me up!" 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Rattle him, McCarthy, oh I lade a lively pace, 
 
 De glory iv yer record niver shall delate disgrace; 
 
 De gang is wid ye, don't forget, ye'll lick him, 
 niver fear, 
 
 For yer de king iv champions, Protection's Volun- 
 teer. 
 
8o protection's volunteer. 
 
 "Is he tinkin iv de brick I fired, as laid him out de day 
 He kicked away de load iv clams, we hawked in Ave- 
 nue A ; 
 If dat is phat is atin him, no power cud me save. 
 He niver soured on a bloke as iver he forgave !" 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 "He's tuggin at his hawlther rope, an' brack it if he shud, 
 A blazer to a cart iv clams, McCarthy's name is mud ; 
 For life me hope is dat de rope will safely howld him 
 
 dere. 
 For de Divil is him atin wid meselluf to get square!" 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 The size of poodle dogs the rats, from stable hole and 
 
 crack. 
 Jumped erect, and clawed, and squeaked around his 
 
 poultice sack ; 
 " Och I murther mine's a rotten case, he sighed ; dere 
 
 is no cure. 
 If de Ass don't kick me stuffin out, de rats '11 ate me 
 
 shure !" 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
PROTECTION S VOLUNTEER. 8l 
 
 Now, the Ass, another jewel added to his wisdom 
 
 wreath : 
 The halter rope, too tough to break, he seized between 
 
 his teeth, 
 And chewed it with a venom that soon parted it in two, 
 Then with a snort of triumph, at the champion he flew! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 His business end, toward the sack, he quickly slung 
 
 around: 
 Starward sailed McCarthy, like a rocket from the 
 
 ground ! 
 Up again he went, this time out of the poultice sack, 
 And tumbled naked from the roof upon the Ass's back. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 He grabbed the Ass around the neck, and growled in 
 
 rage and pain : 
 "Me belly button he won't get me at his hoofs again ; 
 I'll ride him to perdition, faith, de most iv all I rue, 
 Is dat he cudn't a kicked de keg iv whiskey wid me too!" 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
82 protection's volunteer. 
 
 The Ass's eyes, with fury blazed, he madly plunged 
 about, 
 
 Tried every trick to Asses known, McCarthy to dis- 
 mount ; 
 
 But all in vain, the stable doors then burst he with a 
 shock. 
 
 And over hedge and ditch he flew toward Port Morris 
 Dock! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 An obstacle stood in his wa)^ that should his course 
 
 have barred, 
 A shanty stored with dynamite, the watchman there 
 
 on guard 
 Shook his club, and shrieked, and swore, by terror 
 
 overcame — 
 On dashed the Ass, and burst into the shanty just the 
 
 same! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 The shock of an explosion terror spread for miles 
 
 around. 
 And where had stood the shanty was a hole blown in 
 
 the o:round ! 
 
protection's volunteer. 83 
 
 Of the Watchman, Ass and Champion, what came we 
 
 may not know. 
 If blown they were into the air, or through the ground 
 
 below! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 By the watchman's awful cussing I am sad to say, alas! 
 
 I fear he was as wicked as McCarthy or the Ass ! 
 
 Oh ! it is quite too dreadful, now, to think where they 
 
 may be. 
 Since Satan in his cunning got a cmch upon the three! 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 The boys were all astounded, when they came around 
 
 next morn, 
 To find the stable wrecked, the Ass and bold McCarthy 
 
 gone ! 
 They finally agreed "dis way it must have came to 
 
 pass, 
 De Ass had ate McCarthy, an' de rats had ate de Ass." 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
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