. Switch lights . d on by the porter, Who now was all a-grin,And pleaded in a whisper, ^^Oh have you got a pin?Thence out upon the platform— just like sin! 118 SWITCH-LIGHTS. H pipe Drcam^ Of the Section Boss. •Good marnin, min! an how ar ye,OBrine, Tom Burnes and Pat McGee?(Theyre loive an kickin, so I see), *Tut on the ould han kj^ar!(An whoil theyre pumpin Oill whistle a tuneAy Irish sod, an month av June),^The Gineral Manager s cumin soon— Kape holt the handle barr! *So yeez must toighten ivery jint,Yeez all must jump whereiyer Oi pint,An all deficts yeez shure must flnt, Or lose j^eez
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. Switch lights . d on by the porter, Who now was all a-grin, And pleaded in a whisper, ^^Oh have you got a pin?Thence out upon the platform— __ just like sin! 118 SWITCH-LIGHTS. H pipe Drcam^ Of the Section Boss. •Good marnin, min! an how ar ye, OBrine, Tom Burnes and Pat McGee?(Theyre loive an kickin, so I see), *Tut on the ould han kj^ar!(An whoil theyre pumpin Oill whistle a tuneAy Irish sod, an month av June), ^The Gineral Manager s cumin soon— Kape holt the handle barr! *So yeez must toighten ivery jint, Yeez all must jump whereiyer Oi pint, An all deficts yeez shure must flnt, Or lose j^eez bloody jobs!(Now whin the Gineral comes erlong, Oill waye me hat an sing a song.An shout it wid a yoice thats strong)— ^^Git offen the kyar, yeez snobs! (Indade an Oim a lucky manSince iyer the toime Oi fursth beganTo boss the siction) ^^O hair Oi am, Yeez nadnt look so odd!(For in six months Oi iled the kyar, Oi handled the tools wid iyery careAn now yeez see Oim gittin there)— Come here, this way, a rod!. SWITCH-LIGHTS. 119 (An now Oim boss av all these min, An whin they see Oim s good s tin, Rhoad-masther Oill be pinted thin)— ^•A einter back, Oi say!(Thin superintendent theyll make me, byes, Oill chop the heads frum min an flies.An laff at all their wimmins cries)— Kape wurkin there away! (Thin Gineral Manager Oi will be, An pocket ivery blessed fee, Oill have a toime—j^eez wait an see!) ^Dont shmoke yeez pipes some more!For now Oi think Oi hear thim cum, The rails air filled wid a ringin hum—Kape wurkin hard! Dont stand loike dum! While whizzin by they roar! 120 SWITCH-LIGHTS. Out 6oc8 Re/ Tis whin Oi sit in the avenin toid, Afther wurkin haird all day, An Bridget wid me at me soide, We watch the kids at plaj—An as they circle rount a ring, We hear em loudly call an sing: ^Tump, pumpety, whirrety, clickety clack;Wid a pinch barr sthraighten out the thrack;Spoik an mall, toies an all—Tamp em well—thin well call—^Wan, tow, three, Out goes he! Endade an oft