How MGinnis went missing

Let us cease our idle chatter,

Let the tears bedew our cheek,

For a man from

Has been missing for a week.

Where the roaring flooded

Covered all the lower land,

There he started in a hurry,

With a bottle in his hand.

And his fate is hid for ever,

But the public seem to

That he slumbered by the river,'Neath the influence of drink.

And they scarcely seem to

That the river, wide and deep,

Never woke him with its thunder,

Never stirred him in his sleep.

As the crashing logs came sweeping,

And their tumult filled the air,

Then M'Ginnis murmured, sleeping,`'Tis a wake in ould Kildare.'So the river rose and found

Sleeping softly by the stream,

And the cruel waters drowned

Ere he wakened from his dream.

And the blossom-tufted wattle,

Blooming brightly on the lea,

Saw M'Ginnis and the

Going drifting out to sea.