And then, Martin, John et al, there is always...

Away in South Brooklyn a big row was making
And poor Peter Murphy was the boy they were taking.

Arrah, but now he is taken and drove round the city
With his hands tied behind him, and the girls they cried pity.

Fal de diddle I do.

Oh sure he is gone to the Island but not for sheep stealing
It was was for the loving of a pretty girl that was poor Peter's failing.

This appears in an 1869 New York publication. I believe it relates to political corruption. I'm working on a couple of other mysteries at the moment but this is somthing I intend looking into when the temperature turns less hospitable.

All the best,
Dan Milner