Finnigan to Flannigan.

Finnigan to Flannigan.
S. W. GILLILAN
416.7

Superintindint wiz Flannigan;
Boss of the section wuz Finnigin;
Whiniver the kyars got off’n the thrack
An’ muddled up things t’ the divil an’ back,
Finnigin writ it to Flannigan,
Afther the wrick wuz all on agin;
That is, this Finnigin
Repoorted to Flannigan.

Whin Finnigin furst wrote to Flannigan,
He writed tin pages, did Finnigin.
An’ he totild fist how the smash occurred;
Full minny a tajus, blunderin’ wurrd
Did Finnigin write to Flannigan
Afther the cars had gone on agin.
That was how Finnigin
Repoorted to Flannigan.

Now Flannigan knowed more than Finnigin)
He’d more idjucation, hed Flannigan;
An’ it wore ‘Im ctane and compiately out
To tell what Finnigin writ about In his writin’ to Muster Flannigan;
So he writed back to Finnigin:
“Don’t do slch a sin agin;
Make ’em brief, Finnigin!””

When Finnigin got this from Flannigan
He blushed rosy rid, did Pinnigin:
An’ he said, “I’ll gamble a whole month’s pа-ау
That it will be minney an’ minny a da-ay
Before Sup’rintindint, that’s Flannigan,
Gits a whack at this very same sin agin.
From Finnigin to Flannigan
Repoorts won’t be long agin.”

Wan da-ay on the siction of Finnigin.
On the road sup’rintinded by Flannigan,
A rail gave way on a bit av a curve
An’ some kyars went off as they made the swerve,
“There’s nobody hurted,” sex Finnigin,
“But repoorts must be made to Flannigan,”
An’ he winked at McGorrigan
As married a Finnigin.

He wuz shantyin’ thin, wuz Finnigin,
As minny a railroader’s been agin.
An’ the smoky ol’ lamp was burnin’ bright In
Finnigin’s shanty all that night- Bllin’ down his repoort, wuz Finnigin,
An’ he writed this here: “Muster Flannigan:
Off agin, on agin. Gone agin.-Finnigin.”