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CAPTAIN KELLY'S 
 
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 WITH A CHOICE SELECTION OF HIS MOST POPULAR SONGS AND 
 OTHER SMALL PIECES. 
 
 ALSO CONTAINING HIS CELEBRATED SO NO OF 
 
 THE OLD FIRE LADDIE.^* 
 
 ALL WRITTEN AND C03IPOSKD BY HIMSELF. 
 
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 PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR, OAPT. P. P. KELLY, 
 
 COPYEIGHT, 1887, BY CaPT. P. F. KSLLT. 
 
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CONTENTS 
 
 OF 
 
 CAPTAIN KELLY'S KNAPSACK, 
 
 Page 
 
 Acrostic (Mamie F. Hughes) 12 
 
 (Francis Marrou) 24 
 
 (Agnes A. Clarkson) .... 29 
 
 ( Mary T. Leonard ) 32 
 
 (To niy Katie) 32 
 
 (Mary E. Sarback) 33 
 
 (Margarets. Lynch).... 33 
 (Katie Timmermanu). . . 34 
 (Senator J. Morrissey).. 35 
 
 (Jeannette Picaut) 35 
 
 (Julia Mitchell', 36 
 
 (Mary Ann Henry) 38 
 
 (Angeliue Burns) 38 
 
 (Senator Abraham Lent) 39 
 
 (Mary C. Ayres) 40 
 
 (Katie A. Dempsey) 41 
 
 Capt. Kelly's " Red, White and 
 
 Blue'- 9 
 
 .. "Be sure you're right, 
 
 etc 20 
 
 .. Medley 48 
 
 Crucifixion, The 43 
 
 Do the best you can 21 
 
 Epigram 34 
 
 Epitaph on a Friend 34 
 
 Forty Years Ago 17 
 
 Grand Potomac Army, The 11 
 
 Gallant Ninety-nine, The 13 
 
 Gallant Firemen, The .. 15 
 
 God help the needy Poor 22 
 
 Goodness of God, The 43 
 
 In Memoriam (C. H. Fassiu) 8 
 
 (Thomas Cannon) 12 
 
 Pagk 
 
 In Memoriam (Francis Marron) . 18 
 
 (J. Morrissey, Jr.. 37 
 
 Heroes of 1861-65 42 
 
 In Memoryof my Beloved Mother 30 
 
 In Memory of my Beloved Sister 31 
 
 Life's Pilgrimage 51 
 
 Lincoln's Address 10 
 
 Lines on the Death of Ann Mar- 
 ron 41 
 
 Lord's Prayer, The 42 
 
 My Cherub with the Golden Hair 36 
 
 My Little Daisy 23 
 
 My Young Granddaughters 44 
 
 Memorial Day in Calvary Ceme- 
 tery 28 
 
 Our Champion 26 
 
 Old Fire Laddie 14 
 
 Our Brave Policemen t . . . 16 
 
 Old Times Rock 19 
 
 Ode to the Members of the Third 
 
 House 49 
 
 Parting Sigh, The 47 
 
 Poor old Sport, and all that, The 45 
 
 Rover I will be, A 23 
 
 Rally round the Green Flag 50 
 
 Soldier's Welcome, The. . . ^ 7 
 
 This Loving Heart of mine 46 
 
 To my Grandson, Jas. K. Connell 24 
 To my Friend, Peter F. Marron. 25 
 To my Friend, Michael Lynch.. 25 
 Volunteer and Thistle 27 
 
TO THE PUBLIC. 
 
 At the request of many friends, I have concluded to publish my songs 
 and other small pieces, which I have written from time to time during 
 -my leisure moments. I gave some to the pre«s, and thev were favorably 
 received, which gives me confidence in my humble efforts as an author 
 to try again for public favor; and I hope tbat whatever faults or errors 
 the reader may find will be forgiven, and the will taken for the deed. In 
 looking througli my Knapsack the reader will fiud varietv. I have tried 
 to please all, and to recall some recollections of the past dear to the 
 hearts of all old New Yorkers, when Sandy Gibson's and the old " Bee- 
 hive " were away out of town, where we often went, wben boys, to learn 
 to swim, when playing " hookey " from school, eating our dinner after a 
 " watersoak," and having a good time in general. Also, in the davs of the 
 old Volunteer Fire Department, when every boy had his favorite machine 
 to run with. Tliose were lively days and bully times. 
 
 A few words to my old comrades in camp and field, who wore the 
 Blue-Un^le Sam's Pets-wheu we dined on the fat of the land-hard- 
 tack, salt horse, nice fat pork, and mouldy bacon, with all we could steal 
 and forage-the days that tried men's stomachs and patriotism. Those 
 wlio are left after the scenes and bardships Ave went tb rough duriii" the 
 war, are anxiously waiting for the Government to give us a pension of 
 eight dollars a month, to enable us to pass the remainder of our lives as 
 easy us possible. Well, boys, we have done our duty to our conntrv. and 
 It gives us pleasure to think that we have lived for some good purpose in 
 benefitting our fellow-men. 
 
 With these few remarks. I will say something of myself. 
 Shakespeare tells us that some men are born great, some become 
 great, and some are born with a silver spoon in their month. It was my 
 mistortune to be born young and good looking. There were too many 
 ahead of me to get rich, and so I got left. Besides, my modesty had 
 something to do in keeping me poor. Anyway, I had to take a back seat 
 aU my life, which I still hold. But my luck may change for the better 
 one of these days, and I may sail into fame and fortune. My motto is 
 Never despair." At an early age I was sent to school, like other little 
 
THE SOLDIER'S WELCOME.— Concluded. 
 
 Before we part our pledge renew, 
 
 To meet another time, 
 The friends we love ko warm and true ; 
 
 To meet for Auld Lang Syne. 
 
 Come, put it here, etc. 
 
 Hardtack and pork we had enough— 
 
 On woodcock now we dine; 
 Brave boys, you know we had it rough 
 
 In the days of Auld Lang Syne. 
 
 Come, put it here, etc. 
 
 Boys, marching orders soon will come: 
 
 VVe all must fall in line, 
 With arms reversed, and muffled drum. 
 
 Farewell to Auld Lang Syne. 
 
 Come, put it here, etc. 
 
 IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 To my friend, Dr. Charles H. Fassin, on the death of his only son. 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 My only son, my lovely one, 
 
 My pet, my darling joy ; 
 My boy is dead, my hope has fled, 
 
 I've lost my lovely boy. 
 Not lost but gone, my darling son, 
 
 With angels bright and fair ; 
 My Charlie, love, in heaven above, 
 
 I hope to meet him there. 
 
 With angels blest, my child, you rest, 
 
 And smilingly look down ; 
 My cherub sweet, at Jesus' feet 
 
 You w< ar the heavenly crown. 
 I hope to share the prize you wear 
 
 Thro' Christ's redeeming love ; 
 And rob'd in white, with angels bright, 
 
 To meet in heaven above. 
 
9 
 
 CAPT. KELLY'S "RED, TVHITE, AND BLUE.' 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 Air. — " Vilikius and bis Dinah." 
 
 At our country's first call, in the year sixty-one, 
 When every brave freeman and true-hearted son 
 Then shouldered his rifle and bade home adieu, 
 To fight fc^r the Union, the Ked, White, and Blue. 
 
 CHOKUS. 
 
 Boys, march away, march, like veterans so true— 
 We'll all fight and die lor the Bed, White, and Blue. 
 
 In camp or on march, by day or by night, 
 Our boys, always ready, did battle for right ; 
 The bondsman, a chattel, tor freedom did sue, 
 For his ransom we fought 'neath the Ked, White, and Blue 
 Boys, march away, march, etc. 
 
 All day we go scouting o'er fields and through wood, 
 And sometimes are up to our knees in the mud. 
 Without any rations, and barefooted too — 
 We 11 all die defending' the Red, White, and Blue. 
 
 Boys, march away, march, etc. 
 
 When night comes we station our pickets around. 
 Then roll in our blankets, and sleep on the ground'; 
 Our dear ones at home in visions we view. 
 While guarding the Union, the Bed, White, and Blue. 
 Boys, march away, march, etc. 
 
 We rise in the morning before break of day, 
 Eat hardtack and coffee, and then march away 
 In pursuit of the "Johnnies" we are bound to subdue, 
 And make them submit to the Red, White, and Blue. 
 Boj'^s, march away, march, etc. 
 
 I've been in the army for over three years. 
 And have fought for' the Union with brave volunteers ; 
 I've seen some hard fighting, and dangers been thro' — 
 Three cheers for the Union, the Red, White, and Blue. 
 Boys, march away, march, etc. 
 
10 
 LINCOLN'S ADDRESS, 
 
 Am. — " Bruce's Address." 
 By Capt. p. Kelly. 
 
 Whex traitors fired on our flag, 
 Loudly then did boast and brag, 
 The stars and bars would be the rag 
 Of Southern chivalry. 
 
 Their curseil work they first begun 
 On Sumter's walls, near Cuarleston, 
 Defended by brave Anderson, 
 With Spartan bravery. 
 
 Every means they sought and tried 
 Our glorious Union to divide — 
 Seized our forts, our laAvs defied, 
 To rend our unity. 
 
 They trampled all was good and just, 
 Our good old flag trail'd in the dust, 
 Our soldiers into prison thrust, 
 And Union men to flee. 
 
 Freemen, aroused, armed forthe fray, 
 To wipe foul treason's stain away ; 
 God grant we soon shall see the day 
 Brings peace and victory. 
 
 A nation mourns her fallen slain, 
 Who died for freedom not in vain ; 
 They break the captive's galling chain, 
 And set the bondman free. 
 
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 THE GRAND POTOMAC ARMV. 
 
 B«fi)ec<;full.y (iedicatod to the Grand Army of tb Poloaaac 
 By Capt. p. Kelly, 
 
 Brave comrades, join me in three clieer*. 
 
 And wipe away all bitter tears, 
 
 That wet our cheeks for many years 
 
 In the Grand Potomac Army, 
 
 We give our heart and hand to those 
 
 Who met us in the field as foes, 
 
 Our malice ended with our blows, 
 
 In the Grand Potomac Army, 
 
 Peace and good-will we cherish still, 
 
 In the Grand Potomac Army. 
 
 To all who nobly led the van, 
 In freedom's cause to every man, 
 To glorious Grant and Sheridan, 
 Of the Grand Potomac Army, 
 To Little Mac, the soldier's pride. 
 And gallant Meade, the true and tried. 
 Old Fighting Joe and brave Burnside, 
 Of the Grand Potomac Army, 
 Each honored name will live in fame, 
 Of the Grand Potomac Army. 
 
 Now smiling peace has come again, 
 
 No warrior's blood was shed in vain, 
 
 And glory crowns the valiant slain. 
 
 Of the Grand Potomac Ai my. 
 
 To fallen braves the good and true. 
 
 Each gallant heart who wore the bluo, 
 
 A la#el wreath we weave for you, 
 
 Of the Grand Potomac Army. 
 
 Each passing year we prize more dear 
 
 In the Grand Potomac Army. 
 
12 
 
 IN MEMORIAM. 
 Acrostic and Epitaph on the Death of a young Friend. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 ACSOSTIC. 
 
 T HOUGH lost to sight, to memory dear, 
 
 H ope brings relief when death is near ; 
 
 O b God, on whom we all rely, 
 
 M ost merciful and ever nigh, 
 
 A nd trusting in Thy grace to save, 
 
 S o we may live beyond the grave. 
 
 C ome, Jesus, let thy mercy flow, 
 A nd save us all from endless woe ; 
 N one ever call'd on Thee in vain, 
 N or sought Thine aid but did obtain ; 
 O n Thee we lean, in Thee we trust, 
 N ow we poor mortals are but dust. 
 
 Farewell, dear Tom, life's dream is o'er, 
 
 Your days on tarth were short and few ; 
 God rest your soul, you've gone before ; 
 
 The Lord be merciful to you. 
 His boundless love is great and free, 
 
 Extending o'er earth and skies. 
 In glory crown'd may you be, 
 
 To sing His praise m Paradise. 
 
 ACROSTIC. 
 
 To A Young Lady Friend. 
 
 By Capt. p. Kelly. 
 
 M AY is the month when flowers bloom, 
 A nd fill the air with sweet perfume ; 
 M ight I a little blossom choose, 
 I d call my rosebud Mamie Hughes, 
 E ach tiny leaf its tendrils twine 
 F orever round this heart of mine. 
 H ow soon the days merge into years, 
 TJ ntil old age, and death appears. 
 G rant us Thy help, oh Lord, to say 
 H ow well we kept each hour and day ; 
 E nable us with grace to rise, ^ 
 
 S o we may rest iu Paradise. ^ 
 
13 
 
 THE GALLANT NIWETY-NINB. 
 
 Air.-" Irish Molly, Oh!" 
 
 By Capt. p. Kelly. 
 
 Brave comrades, all, come list to me, your spirits I \f11l aheer, 
 I will try and sing the praise of the gallant Volunteer; 
 On picket, or at fighting, boys, with spirits gay and fine, 
 I do declare, few can compare with Gallant Ninety-Nine. 
 
 At Big Bethel and Newmarket Bridge, we tried the rebel pluck, 
 At Hampton Roads, our boys were there, and to their colors 
 
 stuck ; 
 Our lads ou board the " Congress,'* with valor there did shine, 
 Worked theiEr.guns like noble sons of gallant Ninety-Nine. 
 
 Our brave boys were at Hatteras, Roanoke, too, and Newbern, 
 To Norfolk next, we there did go, to give them another turn ; 
 We landed at Cape Henry, on the beach we formed in line, 
 The rebs retire from the fire of the gallant Ninety-Nine. 
 
 At Norfolk then we did encamp, for near six months we lay, 
 Then to Deep Creek we started off, to drive the rebs away ; 
 Through rain and mud we march'd along, o'er trees of fallen 
 
 pine ; 
 Hurrah ! they come, with fife and drum, the gallant Ninety-Nine. 
 
 To Sufi'olk next we then did go, and left our camping-ground, 
 And ordered to the front, brave boys, the rebs did us surround ; 
 Three weeks we in the trenches lay, in weather, rain or shine; 
 In the rifie pits we gave them fits ; hurrah, for Ninety-Nine ! 
 
 We lost many gallant comrades on the first of May, 
 
 Sad to relate, our loss was great in that bloody fray ; 
 
 Full sixty killed and wounded, fell out of the line ; 
 
 Come, drop a tear to memory dear, the killed of Ninety-Nine. 
 
 Now o'er the tomb the flowers bloom, of our departed braves, 
 
 And sad to tell, brave Hart* he fell, and fills a soldier's grave ; 
 
 On the Blackwater ford his men deployed, as skirmishers in 
 line, 
 
 A rebel sent a ball that went through brave Hart of Ninety- 
 Nine. 
 
 * The writer's old captain, J. H. Hart, Esq., killed June 16, 1868. 
 
14 
 
 THE OLD FIRE LADDIE. 
 
 Eespectfnlly dedicated to the members of the New York Volunteer Fire 
 Department, as a testimony of their worth and zeal in devoting their 
 lives and services in rescuing the lives and property of their fellow- 
 citizens, without pay or reward. The author of the following lines 
 passed many a pleasant day in their comiiany, and brings sweet rec- 
 ollections of the past. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 Air.—'" The Wearing of the Green." 
 
 My thoughts oft wander to the time when it was joy to me 
 To hear the old tire-bell ring out ; what pleasure tlien to see 
 Our laddies rushing at the sound, and running to a fire; 
 Before the days of steam I sing, or telegraphic wire. 
 
 Our noble lads, when duty called, no danger did they fear ; 
 They went to rescue and to save a gallant volunteer.* 
 Ked shirt, dark pants, a belt and cap, their rig, a gay attire ; 
 You bet they made things lively, boys, when running to a tire. 
 
 The bell had musie in its tone, it charmed the hearts of all ; 
 Our boys dropp'd work and business too in answer to its call. 
 Their service to the public free, they asked no pay or hire ; 
 "Without reward thej- risked their lives to rescue from the fire. 
 
 Their brawny arms did man the brakes, and make the water 
 
 fly; 
 What fun to wash some boss machine, and suck another dry ; 
 And if tbe'boys fooled with the butt, or gave us any chin, 
 Our lads were pretty handy, on their muscle to sail in. 
 
 I like to sit around and hear the old boys langh and tell 
 The time they passed some fast machine, and went by with 
 
 a yell, " 
 And how th^y spun along the track, thro' hail, rain, snow and 
 
 mire. 
 What time they made getting in, and put first stream on the 
 
 fire. 
 
 I.sometimes meet, and gladly see some of the old stock left. 
 How many more we miss, brave boys, are sleeping cold in 
 
 death. 
 The fleeting years go rolling by, we're getting bald and rray ; 
 Most of the lads have all cash'd in, and we are on the way. 
 
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 THE OLD FTRE LADBIB.— Concluded. 
 
 We Rather round, recall the past, and list to some dear name 
 Who gave his life, at duty's call, to save from smoke and 
 
 11a me : 
 Who onvrard to the rescue went, a helplesR life to rave, 
 Through blinding smoke and falling walls, and filled a mar- 
 tyr's grave. 
 
 How times have changed, and now we have another race of 
 
 meu; , „ .r. • ■^'^ 
 
 The boys who've gone, we never more shall see their like 
 again. i • i x n 
 
 Brave noble lads, so firm and true, your records plainly tell; 
 Your gallant deeds will ever live. Brave boys, a long fareweU. 
 
 THE GALLANT FIREMEN. 
 
 Respectfully dedicated to the members of the New York Fire Department, 
 
 preservers of our lives aud property. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 Words aud music at Ditson's, Broadway, New York. 
 
 The gallant firemen, bold and true, 
 
 Are ever prompt at duty's call : 
 Our lives and hopes depend on you, 
 
 No fear of death your minds appall. 
 When smoke rolls out and flames arise 
 
 To light a pathway to the skies, 
 Then, summoned by the bell or wire, 
 
 Where duty calls, to save from tire. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 The bells ring out and call for aid, 
 And steady runs the clicking wire: 
 
 Bold heroes of the fire brigade, ^ 
 Turn out ! turn out, boys ! Fire ! fire ! tire I 
 
 'Midst flame and smoke we see yoii stand. 
 And while the red sparks 'round you fly, 
 
 Battling for life, with pipe in hand, 
 The terrors of grim death defy ; 
 
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 !HHE QAIiIlAJTT FIREMEN.— Concluded. 
 
 Yonr life's great hope and only aim 
 To rescue from the burning flame ; 
 Your deeds of valor all admire 
 When duty calls to save from fire. 
 
 The bells ring out and call, etc. 
 
 May God protect and spare your lives, 
 
 Bold heroes of the fire brigade, 
 For kindred, home, and loving wives, 
 
 And may your laurels never fade. 
 May friendship's smile, and gentle love 
 Warm each stout heart, till call'd above. 
 In doing good you never tire 
 When duty calls to save from fire. 
 
 The bells ring out and call, etc. 
 
 OUR BRAVE POLICEMEN. 
 
 A small tribute of respect to a fine body of men and gallant oflBcers, 
 guardians of the peace, who risk their lives in preserving law nnd 
 order. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 In shades of night, when all is still, 
 And drowsy sleep the eyelids fill ; 
 WTien crime and guilt, which fear the light, 
 Steal on their victim in the night, 
 The worthy chief, in orders brief, 
 Sends out his men to find the thief. 
 
 The rogues and thieves, like beasts of prey^ 
 Will rob and steal, then sneak away, 
 And if pursued, will take a life 
 With pistol, club, or deadly knife. 
 The heart may bleed at some foul deed 
 By frenzied man for gain or greed. 
 
 Men branded with the mark of Cain, 
 With blood their guilty souls will stain ; 
 Will spend their lives to plot and plan 
 'Gainst all the laws of God and man. 
 Our police trace each hardened case — 
 Those vampires of the human race. 
 
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 OUR BRAVE POLICEMEN.— Concluded. 
 
 Swift justice, like an eagle's flight, 
 The darkest crime will bring to light — 
 Track felons to the gates of hell. 
 And lodge them in a prison's cell. 
 The}' tind a clue, and will pursue 
 The rascals till they get their due. 
 
 On brave policemen all depend 
 To guard our homes and lives defend ; 
 Fearless and bold, and ever true, 
 The public good they keep in view. 
 Thro' rain and snow on watch they go, 
 A mark for the assassin's blow. 
 
 FORTY YEARS AGO. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 How times have changed since we were boys, 
 
 Some forty years ago ; 
 The youngsters now are very fast, 
 
 And say our pace is slow ; 
 Old Time rocks all the boys to rest. 
 
 To pay the debt we owe ; 
 The good old stock is dying out 
 
 Since forty years ago. 
 
 What bully times at Sandy's, boys ! 
 
 Those days are past and gone ; 
 And if our rations did run out, 
 
 Strike in for Copey John. 
 No sorrow then or care we knew. 
 
 No trouble, grief, or woe, 
 For everything was lovel}', boys. 
 
 Some forty years ago. 
 
 How many ups and downs in life, 
 
 "What sports too we have seen, 
 When the old Srebell rung us out, 
 
 To run with the machine ; 
 And if we had a little muss, 
 
 It ended in a blow — 
 Our bully boys would use no knives 
 
 Some forty years ago. 
 
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 FORTY YEARS AGO.— Concluded. 
 
 My poor old pate is getting bald, 
 
 The few hairs left are gray, 
 And, like the good old times we had, 
 
 Tiie rest will pass away. 
 The boys ^^re scattered far and wide — 
 
 Tom. Billy, Mike, and Joe— 
 And for our country many died 
 
 Since forty years ago. 
 
 IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 ON A DEPARTED FRIEND, FRANCIS MARRON. 
 
 By Capt, P. Kelly. 
 
 A L,oxG and liappy life is past — 
 Gone to his resting place at last ; 
 He's paid the debt we all do owe, 
 And soon or late well have to go. 
 
 He bore his sufierings like a saint, 
 Without a murmur or complaint : 
 His heavenly face beamed with a smile, 
 His heart was pure and free from guile. 
 
 His heart and hand were ever free 
 In deeds of love and charity ; 
 He passed his three score years and ten, 
 One of the best and kindest men. 
 
 A Christian, Marron lived and died, 
 God's holy law his hope and guide; 
 A loving wife he left behind, 
 And children dear, so good and kind ; 
 
 Their every hope and constant prayer 
 That God their father's life would spare ; 
 But God had willed it otlierwise. 
 And called him home to Pararlise. 
 
 His righteous soul hath winged its flight 
 To heaven, we trust, with angels bright. 
 Crown him, O Lord, in heaven above. 
 With glory and eternal love. 
 
19 
 OLD TIMES ROCK. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 When we were young and in our prime, 
 
 We used to have a good old time, 
 
 Join in the chorus, make it chime, 
 
 Tom, Jimmy, Mike, and Joe— Old Times Eock, 
 
 The good old stock, the boys of long ago. 
 
 Each heart was light and free from care, 
 Of joys of life we had our share, 
 The boys were welcome everyv/here ; 
 You can bet high it's so— Old Times Rock, 
 The good old stock, the boys of long ago. 
 
 Now Time has whitened my old pate — 
 He scalps us all, boys, soon or late ; 
 We're on the homestretch, sure as fate, 
 But still we make a show — Old Times Eock, 
 The good old stock, the boys of long ago. 
 
 Money was made only to spend. 
 
 And share it with a needy friend ; 
 
 The hand to give and heart to lend. 
 
 The same with high and low — Old Times Rock, 
 
 The good old stock, the boys of long ago. 
 
 Old Time has left his mark and seal. 
 And follows all through woe and weal. 
 With joys and sorrows that we feel. 
 Alike from friend and foe — Old Times Rock, 
 The good old stock, the boys of long ago. 
 
 When I look back to the days of yore, 
 And think of friends we'll see no luore. 
 Kind hearts and true who've gone before, 
 My tears unbidden flow — Old Times Bock, 
 The good old stock, the boys of long ago. 
 
20 
 
 CAPTAIN KELIiY'S *'BE SURE YOU'RE 
 RIGHT, THEN GO A-HEAD." 
 
 The Music oan be obtained at Ditson's Music Store, 711 Broadwaj. 
 
 They say success in life depends, 
 By old and young we hear it said, 
 
 With plenty cash and lots of friends, 
 You're always right and go a- head. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 This maxim always keep in view, 
 
 Fools rush where angels fear to tread ; 
 Whatever path you may pursue, 
 Be sure you're right, then go a-head. 
 
 The bulls and bears will corner gold, 
 
 And water stocks, their shares to spread ; 
 
 Then buy up dupes with what they sold, 
 Beat all they can, then go a-head. 
 
 This maxim, etc 
 
 In politics some make their pile, 
 
 And gamble like a thorough-bred ; 
 Big diamonds wear and sport the style. 
 
 Fast horses drive, and go a-head. 
 
 This maxim, etc 
 
 The poor man sweats at honest toil, 
 
 And labors hard to earn his bread, 
 Works at the forge and tills the soil, 
 
 From morn till eve to go ahead. 
 
 This maxim, etc 
 
 When a poor fellow's broken down, 
 
 His pockets dry and nary red, 
 At his misfortunes never frown, 
 
 Give him a hft, and go ahead. 
 
 This maxim, etc 
 
 The game of life will soon be o'er, 
 
 Old Death is trumps, and spades are led, 
 
 The deal is up ! we play no more ! 
 Pass in your checks, and go a-head. 
 
 This maxim^ etc. 
 
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 DO THE BEST YOU GAIT. 
 
 By Capt. p. Kelly. 
 
 The Music of this song can be obtained at Dirseif's Music Store, 711 
 
 Broadway. 
 
 This life is but a game of chance, there's many ups and downs, 
 From youth to age the road is hard when fortune on us frowns, 
 loil. sweat, and poverty our lot, cold, weary, pale, and wan ; 
 We must endure, and if we're poor let's do the best we can. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 There's many ups and downs, my boys ; this life is but a span ; 
 Should Fortune frown don't be cast down, but do the best you 
 can. 
 
 The proud and grand may dress in robes and live in splendid 
 
 ease, 
 For wealth can pamper to their taste, bring everything they 
 
 please, 
 In coaches lin«d with satin roll, and drive a costly span ; 
 The poor, I find, must walk behind, and do the best they can. 
 
 There's many, etc. 
 
 The world is wide, there's room for all, a maxim old and true ; 
 Then help a brother in distress, and give each man his due ; 
 Be kind to all who need your aid, assist your fellow-man — 
 A friend in need is one indeed, then do the best you can. 
 
 There's many, etc. 
 
 Old age may steal the fire of youth, my sight grews dim with 
 
 years, 
 And sorrow darkens all my joys, my cheeks bedew with tears ; 
 I'll bear it all without a sigh and smile at fortune's ban. 
 With cheerful heart will act my part, and do the best I can. 
 
 There's many, etc. 
 
22 
 
 GOD HELP THE 3SIEEDY POOR. 
 
 Respectfully dedicated to tbe Kuigbts of Labor. 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 Hakd times have come, and all complain, 
 
 What can the poor man do ? 
 Easiness dull, shops closed again, 
 
 Work only for the lew. 
 Our wives and children cry for bread — 
 
 Grim want is at the door : 
 We struggle on till hope has fled— . 
 
 God help the needy poor. 
 
 How hard the miseries of life 
 
 The poor man has to bear : 
 The trials, sufferings, and the strife, 
 
 The burdens tliat we share ; 
 Misfortune follows woe and want, 
 
 We suffer and endure. 
 We labor hard, onr pay is small— 
 
 Gcd help the needy poor. 
 
 Sure poverty is not a crime, 
 
 And should be no disgrace, 
 The wealthy men of every clime 
 
 Should share it with their race. 
 And freely give, with heart and hand, 
 
 From out their worldly store ; 
 All should obey divine command: 
 
 Go help the starving poor. 
 
 Brave noblemen, your country's pride 
 
 And hope in time of need, 
 The b me and sinew, true and tried, 
 
 In freedom's cause you lead ; 
 Defenders of our flag and soil. 
 
 The flag we all adore, 
 Hard-tisied sous ol honest toil, 
 
 The fearless, brave, and poor. 
 
 We look to Him who rules on high. 
 
 Great God above us all ; 
 He hears the widows mournful cry, 
 
 And sees the sparrow's fall, 
 Shelters the orphan in distress, 
 
 The lowly and obscure ; 
 The saints all prais,' and angels bless, 
 
 God will reward the poor. 
 
A ROVER I WILL BIS, 
 
 By Capt. p. Kelly. 
 
 I LOVKD a fjirl named Mary Jane, 
 
 A bonny lass was she ; 
 I tried my best her heart to gain, 
 
 And win her love to me ; -^ 
 Her ruby lips so biiabt and red 
 
 Are longing for a kiss, 
 Witjj eyes that sparkle in her head, 
 
 So full of love and bliss. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 For Mary Jane I'll cross the main, 
 
 And plough the raging sea ; 
 The briny foam shall be my home— 
 
 A rover I will be. 
 
 But Mary proved to me unkind — 
 
 My heart with grief is torn ; 
 No peace or comfort can I find, 
 
 I'm wretched and forlorn ; 
 They say true love can ne'er forget ; 
 
 I found it so with me, 
 For Mary shook me, and you bet 
 
 A rover I will be. 
 
 For Mary Jane, etc 
 
 MY LITTLE DAISY. 
 
 To My Katie. 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 Mt bonny girl is like a fairy, 
 Dear to me, so blithe and gay ; 
 
 Her form is fair, step light and airy ; 
 Sweeter than the rose in May. 
 
 As dark as raven's wing her tresses, 
 Brisht as sunlight is her eye ; 
 
 With loving slance to cheer and bless us, 
 Beaming like a summer's sky. 
 
 Her gentle heart is warm and tender, 
 Pure in thou2ht and free from guile, 
 
 And mine a thrill of joy doth render, 
 As I greet her winning smile. 
 
 In Katie lies my hope and treasure, 
 For joy and bliss her smiles impart j 
 
 My Daisy is ray pride and pleasure, 
 As I hold her to my heart. 
 
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 TO MT GRANDSON, JAMES K. CONNELL. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 God bless you, Jim, my darling boy, 
 
 A welcome messenger of love ; 
 "With pride we see, aud bail with joy. 
 
 Our smiling cherub from above. 
 
 A worthy son, an honored man, 
 My boy, I wish you good and great, 
 
 All that is noble in life's span, 
 A credit to your name and state. 
 
 Connell is a glorious name. 
 And may its lustre never dim ; 
 
 Oh may it light you on to fame. 
 My little hero, darling Jim. 
 
 May God protect you from all harm. 
 And guide you by His holy will, 
 
 Extend His love and sheltering arm, 
 And keep you safe from every ill. 
 
 May all your days be bright and long; 
 
 In honor's cause go lead the van, 
 In virtue great, in wisdom strong, 
 
 God's noblest work, an honest man. 
 
 IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 Acrostic on tlie late Francis Marron. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 F ather of eternal light, 
 
 B obe him in holy grace divine, 
 
 A nd crown with heavenly angel's light; 
 
 N ear thee. O Lord, all praise be thine, 
 
 C reator, God supreme on high, 
 
 I n thee we trust, on thee rely, 
 
 S o we may live beyond the sky. 
 
 M y God, to thee in wondrous praise, 
 A 11 nations boM^ and bend the knee, 
 R ejoicing hearts to thee we raise, 
 R edeemed by Christ on Calvary ; 
 O ur souls we hope may tind that rest 
 N ear thee, O God, forever blessed. 
 
26 
 
 TO MY FRIEND PETER F. MARRON, ESQ. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 With friendship true my heart does beat, 
 And ever will for you, dear Pete ; 
 Let changes come, as come they will, 
 I'm true in love and triendship still. 
 
 Now, Pete, my boy, hear me, I pray, 
 I'm growing bald as well as gray ; 
 No use to fret, old Time will win. 
 And soon or late we'll all cash in. 
 
 Pete, with your namesake intercede, 
 So we may have a friend in need ; 
 Saint Peter carries all the keys. 
 Now introduce me if you please. 
 
 So when we meet at heaven's gate, 
 I hope we will not have to wait ; 
 We cast away our load of sin, 
 May good Saint Peter pass us in. 
 
 Well, our poor hearts are soft and clean, 
 And not ashamed on Christ to lean, 
 Or call on the Divine for aid— 
 A Saviour's blood the debt has paid. 
 
 TO MY YOUNG FRIEND MICHAEL LYNCH. 
 
 Bj' Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 When you are on the road to fame, 
 And all I hope and wish you to be. 
 When striving for an honored name, 
 Dear Mike, my boy, remember me. 
 
 Come, take this maxim to your heart — 
 Honest and true your motto be ; 
 . Be kind to all, act well your part, 
 Have faith in God, remember me. 
 
 As time tlies on through endless space, 
 Our brightest hopes like shadows flee ; 
 Still persevere with heavenly grace, 
 Your trust in God, remember me. 
 
 When this poor heart shall cease to beat, 
 And from all pain and sorrow 's free ; 
 In hsaven I hope, dear Mike, we'll meet — 
 May God remember you and me. 
 
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 OUR CHAMPION. 
 
 Respectfully dedicated to John L. Sullivan, champion of the world, by 
 one who admires bis great qualities, Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 I TUNE my harp in praise to sing 
 Our cliampion of the fistic ring, 
 Brave Sullivan from Boston town, 
 Fame's gladiator of renown. 
 
 In form, sublime, in action, grace, 
 True scion of the Celtic race ; 
 His country's pride— long may he reign, 
 And in the ring new laurels gain. 
 
 When forced to meet a vaunting foe, 
 And in the riug your valor show. 
 "With nature's weapons in the square, 
 No armor in the strife you bear. 
 
 "With Irish pluck and Yankee skill, 
 You're master of all champions still; 
 My heart's best wishes, may you be 
 Each battle led to victory. 
 
 Like Samson in the days of old. 
 So lion-hearted, brave, and bold, 
 A man of muscle and great might, 
 You vanquish all your foes in tight. 
 
 May each new strife crown with success, 
 And victory all your ellbrts bless ; 
 For your proud heart the fates defy, 
 Would conquer death, and scorn to die. 
 
27 
 
 THE VOLUNTEER AITD THISTLE. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 OuE noble eagle soars on high, 
 With pillions spread, mounts to tlie sky, 
 Stops in his flight with searching gaze, 
 New fields to conquer he surveys. 
 
 We build fast yachts to sweep the seas, 
 And do excel in any breeze ; 
 Our Volunteer, she can't be beat, 
 The pride and idol of the fleet. 
 
 The Thistle, bonny Scotland's pride, 
 Came over from the other side, 
 Aitd made a vow to do us up. 
 But Yankee Doodle holds the cup. 
 
 Our men are great in pluck and skill, 
 In science lead, with power and will, 
 And beat the world in fame and worth, 
 The greatest people on the earth. 
 
 Each jolly tar who ploughs the main, 
 Come fill and drink to Burgess' name : 
 All honor to Columbia's son, 
 We hold the cup he nobly won. 
 
 Takes Paine to build a Volunteer, 
 And gallant Haff to sail and steer; 
 Health and success to all our braves, 
 Columbia rules the land and waves. 
 
28 
 
 MEMORIAL DAY IN CALVARY CEMETER: 
 
 By Capt. P. Keixt. 
 
 We'ke treading now on hallowed ground, 
 'Midst joys and hopes lie buried here ; 
 
 Each little plot and grassy mound 
 Is sanctified to memory dear. 
 
 Fond hearts I loved, and true to me, 
 
 Are resting here in Calvarj'. 
 
 The soldiers who for country fell, 
 And heroes who came home to die 
 
 From wounds received by shot and shell. 
 Within this sacred spot they lie. 
 
 No more they'll answer the reveille, 
 
 Their arms are stacked in Calvary. 
 
 Old comrades, they assemble here. 
 With friendship's offering to the brave, 
 
 The same sad rite each passing year, 
 To strew fresh flowers on each grave. 
 
 Those touching scenes I always see 
 
 On Memorial day in Calvary. 
 
 The widow bowed in humble prayer, 
 And kneeling on the cold, damp sod, 
 
 Mourning her husband resting here, 
 Is pleading to Almighty God 
 
 For his poor soul. Oh may he be 
 
 With our dear Lord on Calvary. 
 
 Fond mothers, they come here to pray 
 And weep for loved ones dead and gone ; 
 
 In silent tears they pass the day. 
 In grief and anguish sigh and moan. 
 
 Great God of love, they call on thee. 
 
 And Christ, who died on Calvary. 
 
 The hardy sons of honest toil, 
 
 Their deeds and virtues all unknown, 
 
 Lie buried in this sacred soil. 
 
 Their praise unsung, without a stone. 
 
 Life's struggles they bore, with poverty, 
 
 Like Christ, who died on Calvary. 
 
 We see the graves of pampered pride, 
 
 With monuments pointing to the skies ; 
 Their names and deeds are glorified 
 
29 
 
 MEMORIAL DAY IN CALVARY CEMETERY, 
 Concluded. 
 
 To make them all that's good and wise. 
 Famed men of high and low degree, 
 All are the same in Calvary. 
 
 Man lingers here a few short years, 
 
 A pilgrim on life's busy stage, 
 With hope and joy, and many tears, 
 
 Then drops into the silent gi'ave. 
 Christ bore the cross for you and me, 
 And conquered death on Calvary. 
 
 Oh God of mercy, love, and grace, 
 
 Our only hope in life and death,' 
 Protect and guide us all our days ; 
 
 Be with us at our parting breath. 
 Thy mercy great, to all is free — 
 Man's glory dates from Calvary. 
 
 ACROSTIC. 
 
 To A Young Lady Friend. 
 
 By Capt. p. Kelly. 
 
 A HAPPY life, and free from care, 
 G od's blessing too I hope you'll share, 
 N aught ever know but peace and love, 
 E ndowed with wisdom from above, 
 S ure of God's grace and holy peace. 
 
 A nd may your joys with years increase. 
 
 C ould every cherished wish of mine 
 L ight on your head, all would be thine ; 
 A 11 would be thine, but better still, 
 R evere your God and do his will. 
 K eep watch on Agnes, angels fair, 
 S ecurely guard from every snare ; 
 O n her fair brow the crown may rest, 
 N ear thee, O God, forever blest. 
 
30 
 IN MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MOTHER. 
 
 By lier aflfectionate sou, Capt, P, Kellt. 
 
 In sweet remembrance still I trace 
 
 My mother's smile and loving face, 
 Long numbered with the silent dead — 
 May holy angels guard her bed : 
 Too good for earth to longer stay, 
 Bright seiaphs bore her soul away, 
 In life's great book there to enroll 
 My mother dear, God rest her soul. 
 
 Her angel smile has gone from me, 
 My mother's face no more I'll see ; 
 No more will hear her joyous song 
 To warai my heart and cheer me on. 
 Cast young adritt on life's dark sea, 
 No one to guide or care for me, 
 Without a c'cart for rock or shoal— 
 My mother dear, God rest your soul. 
 
 How oft you took me on your knee, 
 To teach me all I ought to be, 
 Mark out the road I should pursue, 
 Be kind to all, give each his due, " 
 Trust in the Lord, his word obey. 
 His blessing seek, and ask each day 
 On his great mercy to rely, 
 And look for wisdom from on high ; 
 
 Reflect at night, think and survey 
 The actions done throughout the day, 
 Then treasure up and nurse with care 
 The joys I v»^ould receive and share; 
 And thus the cheerful hours prolong 
 With counsel wise and loving song. 
 Life's busy cares and labors done, 
 You doted on your only son. 
 
 With holy faith and trust in God, 
 And hope in the Redeemer's blood, 
 You welcomed death to win the prize, 
 A glorious crown in Paradise. 
 
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 IN MEMORY OF MY MOTHER.— Concluded 
 
 How sweet your memory still appears, 
 Thro' the long flight of waning years. 
 God rest your soul, my mother'^dear, 
 Eternal Father, hear my prayer. 
 
 May Heaven's portion be your bed, 
 And all its }cjs, to share it: 
 
 A crown, dear mother, deck your head, 
 In glory bright to wear it. 
 
 IN MEMORY OF MY BELOVED SISTER, 
 
 "Winifred Heiiry. " 
 
 . Bj' her loviug brother, Capt. P. Kelly. ; 
 
 You sleep the sleep that knows no waking. 
 
 Now life's troubled dream is o'er ; 
 Fond children weep, their hearts are breaking, 
 
 Mother's face they'll see no more. 
 A loving wife, kind friend and neighbor, 
 
 In each sphere you bore your part— 
 Would for the sick and needy labor, 
 
 With a true and Christian heart. 
 
 Death has ended all your sorrow. 
 
 To your faith and Saviour true. 
 For you there is no coming morrow, 
 
 God be merciful to you. 
 The golden links that'bound together 
 
 Our fond hearts, and made them one — 
 A loviug sister and a brother — 
 
 Are broken now, God's will be done. 
 
 Your holy faith will cheer our sadness, 
 
 Make our sorrows light to bear; 
 You welcomVl death with joy and gladness, 
 
 For the crown you hoped'^to v/ear. 
 Eobed in white, your sins forgiven. 
 
 Your poor soul. I trust, is free. 
 With bright angels now in Heaven. 
 
 Sister dear, we pray for thee. 
 
32 
 
 ACROSTIC. 
 
 To A Friend, 
 By Capt. p. Keu,y. 
 
 M AKE us, Oh, Lord, Thy goodness feel, 
 A nd fill our soul with righteous zeal ; 
 R eward us with Thy tender care, 
 Y our heavenly joys we hope to share, 
 
 T hrough Thee, Oh, God, the crown to wear* 
 
 L et Thy rich mercy never cease ; 
 E ach blessed gift we pray increase; 
 ur hope and trust in Thee we place f 
 N eedy and poor we seek Thy grace ; 
 A 11 through this life Thy praise we sing; 
 R epentant hearts to Thee we bring, 
 D ear Lord of Hosts our Heavenly King. 
 
 ACROSTIC. 
 
 To MY Katie. 
 By Capt. P. Kelltc. 
 
 Kindness true fi'iendship will impart^ 
 A nd carries love to every heart, 
 T o all alike brings sweet repose ; 
 I n sorrow, too, its fragrance shows 
 E 'en sweeter than the scented rose. 
 
 K eep truth and justice on your side, 
 E ver through life your safest guide ; 
 L et others sigh for wealth and fame. 
 Leave it to them ; "What's in a name V 
 Y our heart keep pure — your soul the sama 
 (4) 
 
AC5IIOSTIC, 
 
 To A Young Friend. 
 By Capt. p. Keli,t. 
 
 My every wish, dear ^^iv], for you 
 A re blessinj^s thick as morning dew ; 
 R ound you may cling, from year to vear 
 Y our tender heart and mind to cheei', ' 
 
 E ach wish of mine recorded here. 
 
 S orae people sigh for wealth and fame ; 
 
 A 11 this is dross ; " What's in a name V* 
 
 R epose in God your sacred trust, 
 
 Believe in Him, in all things just, 
 
 A nd auided by His holy care, 
 
 C ontent for Him the Cross to bear; 
 
 K eep this in view— the crown you'll wear. 
 
 I hope each sentiment expressed 
 Will find an echo in your heart; 
 With Christian zeal to warm your breaak 
 Then envy ne'er will hold a part. 
 
 ACROSTIC. 
 
 To A Young Fbiend. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 M T God, thy grace on us bestow, 
 A nd keep us safe from every ill • 
 R elying on thy love we know, 
 G lory awaits thy righteous will. 
 All-seeing God, forgive the past] 
 R esting on faith we trust in thee, 
 E ach fleeting hour niav be our last : 
 T hy mercy pray then show to me. 
 
 E ternal in thy Majesty ! 
 
 L ong may you live by Heaven blessed, 
 Y our path in life be free from care • 
 N o sorrow shade your peaceful breast, 
 C elestial joys I hope you'll share ; 
 H eavenly Father hear my prayer. 
 
 (6) 
 
34 '--^^ 
 
 ACROSTIC. 
 
 To MY Niece. 
 
 By Capt. p. KeJoLY. 
 
 Keep your faith in Jesus, strong, 
 And He will all your wants supply 
 T o Him a'l praise a)i(l love belong. 
 I nspired by God who rules on high, 
 E ndure the cross, the crown is r)igb, 
 
 T ho' troubles, come and dark despair^ 
 1 1» youth and age each has a share, 
 M y child I hope your lot will be 
 M idst flowery paths, from sorrow free, 
 E lernal peace and joy be thine, 
 R ecorded is each wish of mine , 
 M y heart's best love is all for you, 
 A nd will your welfare keep in view ; 
 N eath every change my wish shall be, 
 N o thought but love and peace for thee, 
 
 EPITAPH ON A FRIEND. 
 
 By Capt. p. Kellx 
 
 Dear wife, your loss we all deplore, 
 Our children miss a mother's care ; 
 
 On earth we'll see your face no more, 
 In heaven we hope to meet you there. 
 
 EPIGRAM. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 Time flies sw'ftly as we go, 
 We're passing on from day to day ; 
 
 Through summer's sun and winter's snow, 
 From youth to age we pass away. 
 
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 ACROSTIC. 
 
 On the late Senator John Morkissey. 
 
 A small tribute of respect to his memory, by one Avbo admired his many 
 noble qualities while living, and now mourns his early death. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly, 
 
 J usT, generous, so brave and true, 
 h, worthy chief, with pride we scan 
 H ow short thy years, alas, too few, 
 N oble and great, an honest man. 
 
 M ay perpetual light forever shine 
 
 n thy poor servant, passed away ; 
 K aise him, O Lord, to joys divine, 
 E. obed in the light of heavenly day. 
 
 1 u thee he placed his hope and trust, 
 S weet Jesus, let thy mercy flow. 
 
 S aved by thy grace, thy ways are just, 
 
 E ternal bliss on him bestow, 
 
 Y our boundless love unto him show. 
 
 ACROSTIC. 
 
 To A Young Lady Friend. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 J UST in the bloom of health and youth, 
 E ndowed with virtue, love, and truth, 
 A heart that's pure and free from guile, 
 'N eath every change a winning smile ; 
 N ow every charm of love divine 
 E ncircles round this heart of thine ; 
 T he beaming eye and loving grace 
 T hat lights with joy your hkppy face, 
 E ach heavenly gift" in you we trace. 
 
 P eaceful dreams and heavenly rest 
 
 I nspire your thoughts and fill your breast 
 
 C ontent and ease, O may you share 
 
 A happy life, and free from care, 
 
 U ntold of bliss your joys increase, 
 
 T hen end your days in love and peace. 
 
ACROSTIC. 
 
 On Little Buttercup (Julia Mitchell). 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 J ULiA dear, God's love and grace 
 U pon your sweet and smiling face ; 
 L ord make your heart his dwelling place, 
 I nstil your mind with heavenly love, 
 A nd bring you to his throne above. 
 
 M y gentle child, with golden hair, 
 I hope God will protect and care, 
 T hy days be long, with honors spread, 
 C ountless blessings on your head ; 
 H ope, faith and love in God on high, 
 E ach heavenly grace to glorify : 
 L ight, joy, and hope of future years, 
 L ord keep you safe till death appears. 
 
 MY CHERUB WITH THE GOLDEN HAIR. 
 
 To Little Buttercup (Julia xMitchell), 
 
 By Ciipt. P. Kelly. 
 
 I love to see you sweet and bright, 
 Just like the lily, pure and white ; 
 God's love be with you everywhere, 
 My cherub with the golden hair. 
 
 Oh may you grow, my lovely child. 
 In wisdom great, in manners mild. 
 Just like the angels, bright and fair, 
 My cherub with the golden hair. 
 
 And when our race on earth is run, 
 And with God's grace the crown is won, 
 In heaven, I hope to meet you there, 
 My cherub with the "olden hair. 
 
37 
 
 XN MBMORIAM. 
 
 On the Death of Joiua Morrissey, Jr. 
 
 Respectfully dedicated to his pareuts. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kellt. 
 
 I LOOK in vain to see his face, 
 And £ac% watch his vacant place ; 
 My only son has gone from me, 
 His form on eartii no more I'll see. 
 
 Eemorsehess death secured his prey 
 And stole my darling bov away ; ' 
 So young and fair, scarce twentV-one, 
 We mourn our loss, God's will be done. 
 
 A mother's hope and fathers joy, 
 We doted on our darling boy ; 
 His lovely image we will wear, 
 V/iihin our hearts, engraven there. 
 
 He left his sorrows all behind, 
 • For brighter joys and hopes to find ; 
 In holy faith he died in grace, 
 And longed to see his Saviour's face. 
 
 For Jesus promised grace to all 
 Who lean on him, to knock or call; 
 For all Lis precious blood did flow, 
 Abuse and stripes did undergo. 
 
 For us the shameful cross he bore, 
 Marked out the way, and went before ; 
 H- gave his mercy and his love. 
 That we might all find rest above. 
 
 You are '^ath God, I hope and trust, 
 So rest, sweet spirit, with the just ; 
 In glory crown'd, may you rise 
 To your reward in Paradise. 
 
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 ACROSTIC. 
 
 To MY Niece. 
 By Capt. p. Kelly. 
 
 May peace and joy upon you shine, 
 And till your heart with love divine ; 
 Revere the truth, all folly shun, 
 
 Y our life keep spotless as the sun. 
 
 A ct well your part, the right pursue, 
 
 N or falter in the vpork you do ; 
 
 N eath every change keep this in view, 
 
 H eaven's best gift I hope you'll sharCj 
 E ternal bliss free from all care ; 
 N isht and day my constant prayer. 
 R ejoiced to see each Christian grace, 
 
 Y our heart and soul its restiug place. 
 
 ACROSTIC. 
 
 On a Departed Friend. 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 A FRIEND most loved and mother dear, • 
 
 Now mourned by all with grief sincere j 
 
 G od's holy law and rigliteous will 
 
 Each moment eager to fulfill; 
 
 L ord, in thy mercy pray look down, 
 
 I nsure Thy servant witli a crown 
 
 N ear thy bright throne of heavenly love, 
 
 E ternal bhss and joy above. 
 
 B less'd with each grace and pious mind, 
 Revered by all, so good and kind, 
 U leave a spotless name belli :id ; 
 'Neat!i all c-acli Christi;in virtue thine; 
 So rest in peace, dear Angeline. 
 
 EPITAPH ON THE SAME. 
 
 Great God, in Thee we humbly trust,. 
 
 Thy mercy ask and pardon crave ; 
 Now slumbering in the silent dust. 
 
 We hope for peace beyond the grave. 
 
 (6) 
 
39 
 ACROSTIC AND IN MBMORIAM. 
 On tile late Senator Abraham Lent, 
 
 AN HONEST MAN AND ESTEEMED FRIEND. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 ACEOSTIC. 
 
 A N honored man, a T\-ortLy sage, 
 
 B lest be thy kind and generous heart, 
 
 R evered by all, adorns my page, 
 
 A nd peerless shines iu every part. 
 
 H is noble heart was warm and free, 
 
 A nd lull of love and charity. 
 
 M ay heavenly bliss your portion be. 
 
 L ife's dream is past, with all its care, 
 E arth's toils and troubles all are spent ; 
 N ow may you with bright angels share 
 T he crown of joy, dear friend, Abe. Lent. 
 
 IN MEMOEIAM. 
 
 My grateful heart, where'er I be. 
 In sweet remembrance, thinks of thee ; 
 The golden rule you had in view, 
 To all men honest, square, and true. 
 
 We miss your kind and genial face, 
 A friend to all the human race : 
 Now summoned to your final rest, 
 In heaven, I trust, a welcome guest. 
 
40 
 
 ACROSTIC AND IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 On the late Mrs. Mary C. Ayies, 
 
 A GOOD CHRISTIAN, A KIND WIFE AND MOTHER, AND A DEVOTED 
 FRIEND. 
 
 By Ciipt. P. Kelly. 
 
 M AT God have mercy on your soul, 
 A nd seraphs bear you up on high, 
 E ise onward to the heavenly goal, 
 
 Y our bright reward beyond the sky, 
 
 C elestial joys that never die. 
 
 A kind, devoted wile and friend, 
 
 Y our children miss a mother's care ; 
 B equieras chant your happy end, 
 
 S anctified by grace the crown to wear. 
 
 EPITAPH. 
 
 This life is short, alas, how brief, 
 Death often comes to bring relief 
 From care and suffering, toil and pain, 
 While here on earth we do remain. 
 
 "With Thy d^ar Father intercede 
 To save us in the hour of need: 
 We trust Thee. Christ, our only claim 
 Thy mercy and Thy holy name. 
 
 Oh may the angels, bright and fair, 
 Take you dear Mary, to their care, 
 And may yon with the blest arise 
 To find new life in Paradise. 
 
41 
 
 ACROSTIC. 
 
 On the Death of a Young Lady (Miss Katie A. Dempsky). 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 K iND and loving, so good and true. 
 A 11 uiy joy.s are now fled with you : 
 T by years were .short, my Katie dear, 
 I n .sorrow now I linger here ; 
 E arth's lost its cliarm, my joy has fled, 
 
 A las, I mourn my Katie dead. 
 
 , D ear to my heart, yes. doubly dear, 
 E ngraveu is thy image there : 
 M ay your poor soul tiud lasting rest, 
 P erpetual joy, in heave)i blest, 
 S haring the bliss, O God, with thee ; 
 E xtend thy grace and mercv free— 
 Y our soul's with God, plead for me. 
 
 LINES ON THE DEATH OF MRS. ANN MARRON, 
 
 A DEVOTED CHRISTIAN, A GOOD MOTHER, A KIND NEIGHBOR. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 How swift the years go rolling by. 
 The young and old all fade and die; 
 We struggle on a few short years, 
 Then pass beyond this vale of tears. 
 
 God's will be done, he knows what's best^ 
 The weary soul he called to rest; 
 Give us thy grace, O God, to know, 
 And be prepared when called to go. 
 
 Your smiling face we'll see no more, 
 To greet us as we pass the door ; 
 Death severed all. and broke the spell- 
 God rest your soul, dear friend, farewell. 
 
 Dear Jesus, scourg^-d and cruciSed, 
 The heavenly portals open wide. 
 And welcome tbe poor siianger in, 
 Pure, uhdtiled. and free Irorn sin. 
 
42 
 
 IN MEMORIAM. 
 
 To THE Hi, ROES OF 1861—1865. 
 
 Air.—" The Wearing of the Green." 
 
 By Capt. p. Kelly. 
 
 Our cruel war is over now, tiie strife is at an end, 
 Nu more, in hostile ranks array'd, the North and South con- 
 tend ; 
 We are a band of brothers now, in peace and unity; 
 And every thinf^ is sett]ed.»u[) just as it ou2"ht to be. 
 
 There's noble Grant and Sherman, too, they never yet did yield ; 
 Pliil Sheridan and Thomas are both masters in the field ; 
 Brave Fari'aout and Porter long have ruled upon the sea, 
 And made our enemies submit, whoever they may be. 
 
 Now God bless our gallant soldiers, and sailor lads so true— 
 Defenders of our Country's Flag, we all depend on you ; 
 If any foreign foe dare come to land upon our shore, 
 Well send them back a-flying, as we often did before. 
 
 Fill to the memory, comrades, of all who fought and fell 
 For Union, Right, and Liberty, the flag we love so well ; 
 Their graves are scattered far and wide, ou hill and dale they 
 
 rest, 
 A Natioo chants their requiem, the bravest and the best. 
 
 THE LORD'S PRAYER, 
 
 By Capt. P Kellt, 
 
 Our Father who in heaven art, 
 Oh, Lord ! we pray thy grace impart, 
 To us poor sinners here below, 
 Thy love and mercy to us show. 
 
 Give us this day our daily bread, 
 Thy countless blessinss on us shed ; 
 From all temptations guide our path, 
 And r-ave us from Thy holy wrath. 
 
 Our sins forgive, Oh, Lord ! we pray, 
 Keep us from Inrm— he Thou our stayj 
 Give us Thy r.race and love divine — 
 Through life^ Oh, Lord ! all praise be thine. 
 
 And when at last on that great day, 
 When earth and sky shall pass away. 
 We hope to find eternal rest 
 On Thv rioht hand, among the blesa'd. 
 
43 
 THE CKUCIPIXIOir. 
 
 A HYMN. 
 
 By Capt. p. Kelly. 
 
 SwBiiTr Jesus on tlie Cross we se«, 
 In uloody sweat and asrony ; 
 A crown of thorns upon his head, 
 By sinful man his blood was shed. 
 
 His sacred flesh is rent and torn, 
 Then spit upon with hate and scorn j 
 Between two thieves the Holy Lamb 
 Poured out his blood for sinful man. 
 
 The sun refused to give its light, 
 Ashamed to view the dismal sight; 
 The moon and stars in darkness lay, 
 The earth in terror shook that day. 
 
 Oh ! precious Lamb, for sinners slain, 
 Come, cleanse my soul from every staift, 
 Thou robed in sublime majesty, 
 In pity, Lord, look down on nae. 
 
 THE GOODNESS OP GOD. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kellt. 
 
 God is with us where'er we be, 
 All our thoughts and actions see; 
 From temptation s every snare, 
 Watches us with tender care. 
 
 If the world upon you frown, 
 And by sin and woe cast down ; 
 When affliction sore you feel, 
 Come to Jesus' feet and kneel. 
 
 Seek forgiveness for the past, 
 From the sins that bind yoii fast; 
 To the Lanrb for sinners slain 
 No one ever came in vain. 
 
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 Thy kind mercy to us show ; 
 Chief of sinners tho' we be, 
 Lord, we put our w»-ust in thee. 
 
u 
 
 TO MY YOTJNG GRANDDAUGHTERS, 
 
 Maey Frances and Eleanor Loretta Connell. 
 
 (Blue-eyed Nell and Bonny May.) 
 
 By Capt. P. Kelly. 
 
 Ani. — " My Nauuie Oh." 
 
 Sweet buds of promise, fair to view, 
 
 Two cherubs of celestial ray; 
 Christ taught aud welcom'd. such as you, 
 
 My Blue-eyed Nell and Benny May. 
 
 No fairer rosebuds ever grew, 
 
 Or poets sang to minstrel lay, 
 Or sunshine kiss'd with pearly dew, 
 
 Than Blue-eyed Nell aud Bonny Ma^ 
 
 Lord fill your hearts with holy grace, 
 And keep you safe each coming day ; 
 
 Shed blessings on your name and race, 
 My Blue-eyed Nell and Bonny May. 
 
 My bumble prayer to God ascend 
 To be your guide and heavenly stay 
 
 On earth, your hope thro' life, your friend, 
 My Blue-eyed Nell and Bonny May. 
 
 Sweet, lovely babes, my heart endears. 
 And your blest smiles now light the way; 
 
 Bring joy to my declining years, 
 My darling pets, dear Nell and May. 
 
45 
 THE POOR OLD SPORT, AND AT.T. THAT. 
 
 Air.—" a Man's a Man for a' That." 
 By Capt. p. Kelly. 
 
 I CUT a dash when I had cash, a hank account, and all that, 
 Where'er I went my money spent — I made io fly, and all that, 
 And all that ; for all that gay times I had, and all that; 
 Now I'm done brown upon the town, with nary red, for all that. 
 
 You bet your pile I lived in style, big suppers, game, and all 
 
 that ; 
 On quail and wine I used to dine, get jolly tight, and all that, 
 And all that ; for all that now things are changed, and all that; 
 It's turn about, I go without, I live on wind for all that. 
 
 Fine horses, too, I had a few, fast trotters gay, and all that, 
 In style and speed I took the lead — blood will tell, and all that, 
 And all that ; for all that I made things hum, and all that: 
 I took the whip and let her rip, two-forty gait, and all that. 
 
 I lived too fast, it could not last, run through my pile, and all 
 
 that ; 
 1 tried my luck, and used to buck the tiger, too, and all that, 
 And all that ; for all that ray money flew, and all that ; 
 I found the same a losing game, 'twas ten to one, and all that. 
 
 Look at my nose and seedy clothes, no fine things now, and all 
 
 that ; 
 They're up the spout, and I'm played out, a healthy beat, and 
 
 all that. 
 And all that ; for all that the boys shake me now, and all that ; 
 A poor old bum, a slave to rum, I am going to rack, and all 
 
 that. 
 
 My bumming's o'er, I'll drink no more, but sign the pledge, and 
 
 all that; 
 From want and grief it brings relief to sots like me, and all that, 
 And all that ; for all that I'll drink cold water now, and all that ; 
 For Kelly says good temperate ways will make tiio man, for all 
 
 that. 
 
46 
 THIS LOVING HEART OF MINE. 
 
 By Capt, p. Kellt. 
 
 Tke MuBic of this song can be obtaiccxi at Ditson's Muaic Stora, No. 711 
 Broadway. 
 
 This loviDg heart of mine 
 
 Will sliaie each Ihou^iht with thine ; 
 
 False it will never be ; 
 Thy winning smile and grace, 
 Kind heart and loving face, 
 
 Are light and life to me. 
 
 This loving heart of mine 
 Thy image will enshrine ; 
 
 My thoughts are all on thee 5 
 For eacli fond vow and kiss, 
 We gave to seal our bliss, 
 
 Will bring bright hopes to me. 
 
 This loving heart of mine 
 No longer will repine ; 
 
 Love whispers in mine ear ; 
 Should every friend depart, 
 Bright joy will fill my heart, 
 
 My cherished bride is near. 
 
47 
 THE PARTING SIGH, 
 
 By Capt. p. Kelly. 
 Masjc by Augustus Cull. 
 
 Wkkx pavtmg from oui- friends so dear, 
 
 We feel a pau^t we dare nut speak, 
 The heaving sigli, the scalding tear, 
 
 Is coursing down our pallid cheek, 
 We miss the old, the young, and fair, 
 
 The winning smile and loving heart ; 
 When sorrow comes each has his share — 
 
 The nearest, dearest friends must part. 
 
 The fond good-bye and heartfelt sigh 
 
 Will cause the tears to start, 
 And sorrow grim the eye will dim. 
 
 And rend the loving hearS. 
 
 With joy we hail the glad return, 
 
 And seek each friendly hand to greets 
 With anxious hearts we wait to learn 
 
 From absent friends, and those we meet, 
 The fond embrace and loving kiss, 
 
 The welcome smile and friendly cheer, 
 All speak^of joy and heavenly bliss, 
 
 From those wo love and cherish dear. 
 
 The fond good-bye, etc. 
 
 Death tears a dear one from our sight, 
 
 Dark gloom and woe our bosoms fill ; 
 This lonely heart has felt the blight, 
 
 And sorrow lingers round it still ; 
 When hungry death my lips shall seal, 
 
 And close my eyes from all that's dear, 
 The silent grave my faults conceal, 
 
 Then brighten memory with a tear. 
 
 The fond good-bye, etc. 
 
48 
 OAPl. Kfilil^Y'S MEDUaTo 
 
 fizjtK ! I hear an angel sing. 
 
 In the cottage by the sea ; 
 Give rae back my wedding-ring, 
 
 Sally is the girl for me. 
 
 Pot me in my little bed, 
 
 Where the foaming billows roH ; 
 I have not got nary red ; 
 
 Johnny, come fill up the bovrU 
 
 Let me like a soldier fall, 
 When the bloom is on the ry« ; 
 
 Waiter, bring me one fish-ball, 
 How is that, old boy, for high 1 
 
 Susey stole my heart from me, 
 And she put it up the spout ; 
 
 Johnny's on another spree, 
 
 That old thing is about played ouk 
 
 Mary had a little sheep, ~ 
 Great on eating mutlon-pies ; 
 
 Mother, I came home to sleep, 
 Wake me up, when Kirby dies. 
 
49 
 ODE TO THE MEMBERS OF THE THIRD HOUSR 
 
 GBEETING. 
 
 By Capt. P. Kellt. 
 
 I TUNE my harp and sing the praise 
 Ot men who saw much better days ; 
 They formed opinions, rul d the state, 
 And were consideied good and great. 
 Those men were good, and rul'd their day; 
 To dudes and flunkeys now give way. 
 
 How often do we see and find 
 
 Great statesmen of superior mind. ' 
 
 Who've lost their pull, and have no grip, 
 
 Go up salt river for a trip, 
 
 Or scout around, all in a Lunch, 
 
 Go foraging for a free lunch. 
 
 Ex-judges, see them in a line, 
 
 At Dehnouico's they used to dine ; 
 
 Ex-senators, they next appear, 
 
 Ex-aldermen bring up tlie rear. 
 
 Push on again, vou will succeed. 
 
 For pluck and brains are bound to lead. 
 
 Ex-assemblymen, how are you? 
 
 Ex-congressmen, they flourished too, 
 
 All ex-officials, high and low; 
 
 How times have changed, we find it so ; 
 
 O what a fall is here from grace. 
 
 My countrymen, in time and place. 
 
 The powers that be, and o'er us rule. 
 Flunkeys and dudes, just out of school ; 
 Keform. they cry, and make a deal. 
 Put up a job, go in and steal ; 
 They cry reform, then suck and bleed 
 Full ten times worse than days of Tweed. 
 
 They come to us from Jersey's shore, 
 And Boston sends us many more ; 
 But good Saint Martin has the keys, 
 Keep out those rascals, if you please, 
 Or by the great Apostle Luke 
 I'll take av^'ay your keys and book. 
 
50 
 BALLY EOUND THE GREEN FLAG. 
 
 Dedicated to thk F. B. 
 By Capt. p. Keli^y. 
 
 AiE.— " Eonap a-te Crcssing the Rhine." 
 
 Come all true sons of Erin, now wherever you may be, 
 Unite^ and work tonjether, boys, the dear old land to free ; 
 For years we've been in bondage, oppressive wrongs we've bore, 
 With sword and pike then rise and strike for liberty once more. 
 
 Come rally round the green flag, come rally round the Green, 
 And ne'er be slave to Saxon knave, or own a foreign Queen. 
 
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 With Little Mack, and Sherman, too, with gallant little Phil, 
 With brave Hancock, dashing Kearney, in Meagher's wild brig- 
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 No longer kneel to tyrants base, or be a coward slave ; 
 Rise in your might for fatherland, from mountain, plain, to sea, 
 Come, do or die, our battle cry, Erin and Liberty. 
 
 Come rally, etc. 
 
 Remember Robert Emmett, brave Fitzgerald, and Wolf Tone, 
 Who died to free our native land from the British throne ; 
 Then come, my boys, united be, true, firm in heart and hand, 
 God in His might, defend the right, and free our native land. 
 
 Come rally, etc. 
 
51 
 LIFE'S PILGRIMAGE. 
 
 A HYMN. 
 By Capt. P. Keli.7. 
 
 T^TTTF, pilgrims through this world we go, 
 We journey on from day to day, 
 
 Through summer's suu and winter's snow, 
 From youth to age we pass away. 
 
 The pomp of earth may please the eye, 
 The joys of earth will pass away ; 
 
 All worldly hopes are but a sigh, 
 Will vanish soon and pass away. 
 
 In travelling through this vale of tears, 
 Guide us, O Lord, we humbly pray ; 
 
 Thy grace, my God, when death appears, 
 Will light our souls to endless day. 
 
 When we before thy judgment stand, 
 And in thy presence must appear, 
 
 Then may we hear thy blest command, 
 WeU done, come thou and enter here. 
 
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