Poetry

cim.r. Wlmt liave tliey done, tlioso Mexicana, 1 shüulj be gul lu know ? I lliink I never htaid beforo, Oí killing people so ! FA1HKR. Done ! - ihpy're n wenk and paliry mee; And all the pnpers sa, Tliey owe our Dalion ceriai aums, Wlliuh l!iey w 1 1 1 never jj a y . CHIÍ.I). Wcll; S.iinmy Jones is owing me A si.'.p ■nee íot, a kil'c; l'll po 8OUK' niplil and burn liim out, And uke ilie fi-lluw's li.'e ! f ATHHR Whit ! tokc liis ] i re ?- what do you mean ? flold in y.inr wickcd longue; You woulJ he iried for mu nier, boy, And un the gollows liung ! cmr.D. Then wliy not h.ing Mie v.ilunteer ? ld it more wieked. tlien, To shooi nd kili a single boy. Tnon kill fivc ihoueand men ! FATIIKn. Boy ! R,y you'ie idlking ratlier wild, Yuu'd betier go up stoirs Amigo to bed. ii'g geuing liue, And don't forsr.i your nrnyfra