[Capo +2] "Written by JOHN F. POOLE, and sung, with immense success, by the great Comic-Vocalist of the age, TONY PASTOR."
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I'm a dacint boy, just landed from the town of Ballyfad;
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I want a situation: yis, I want it mighty bad.
I saw a place advartised. It's the thing for me, says I;
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But the dirty spalpeen ended with: 'No Irish need apply'
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Whoo! says I; but that's an insult -- though to get the place I'll try.
So, I wint to see the blaggar[d] with: No Irish need apply.
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Some do count it a misfortune to be christened Pat or Dan,
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But to me it is an honor to be born an Irishman.
I started off to find the house, I got it mighty soon;
There I found the ould chap saited: he was reading the TRIBUNE.
I tould him what I came for, whin he in a rage did fly:
No! says he, you are a Paddy, and no Irish need apply!
Thin I felt my dandher rising, and I'd like to black his eye--
To tell an Irish Gintleman: No Irish need apply!
I couldn't stand it longer: so, a hoult of him I took,
And I gave him such a welting as he'd get at Donnybrook.
He hollered: Millia murther! and to get away did try,
And swore he'd never write again: 'No Irish need apply'
He made a big apology; I bid him thin good-bye,
Saying: Whin next you want a bating, add: No Irish need apply!
Sure, I've heard that in America it always is the plan
That an Irishman is just as good as any other man;
A home and hospitality they never will deny
The stranger here, or ever say: 'No Irish need apply'
But some black sheep are in the flock: a dirty lot, say I;
A dacint man will never write: No Irish need apply!
Sure, Paddy's heart is in his hand, as all the world does know,
His praties and his whiskey he will share with friend or foe;
His door is always open to the stranger passing by;
He never thinks of saying: None but Irish may apply.
And, in Columbia's history, his name is ranking high;
Thin, the Divil take the knaves that write: No Irish need apply!
Ould Ireland on the battle-field a lasting fame has made;
We all have heard of Meagher's men, and Corcoran's brigade.*
Though fools may flout and bigots rave, and fanatics may cry,
Yet when they want good fighting-men, the Irish may apply,
And when for freedom and the right they raise the battle-cry,
Then the Rebel ranks begin to think: No Irish need apply
[H. DE MARSAN, Publisher, 54 Chatham Street, New York.
The fact that Irish vividly "remember" NINA signs is a curious historical puzzle. There are no contemporary or retrospective
accounts of a specific sign at a specific location. No particular business enterprise is named as a culprit. No historian, 2
archivist, or museum curator has ever located one 3 ; no photograph or drawing exists. 4 No other ethnic group complained
about being singled out by comparable signs. Only Irish Catholics have reported seeing the sign in America—no Protestant, no
Jew, no non-Irish Catholic has reported seeing one. This is especially strange since signs were primarily directed toward
these others: the signs said that employment was available here and invited Yankees, French-Canadians, Italians and any other
non-Irish to come inside and apply. The business literature, both published and unpublished, never mentions NINA or any
policy remotely like it. The newspapers and magazines are silent. The courts are silent. There is no record of an angry youth
tossing a brick through the window that held such a sign. Have we not discovered all of the signs of an urban legend?
Spalpeen: A scamp; an Irish term for a good-for-nothing fellow; often used in good-humored contempt or ridicule.
Meagher's men (see www.mindesign.net/Ninth_Corps/meagher/meagher2.html and Corcoran's brigade were Irish Catholic combat
units raised in New York City in 1861—62. (see http://members.tripod.com/~Shaung/164thny.html After Lincoln issued the
preliminary Emancipation Proclamation on Sept 22, 1862, support from Irish Catholics fell off drastically, suggesting that
the lyrics were written before then. At the battle of Fredericksburg in December, 1862, Meagher's brigade, comprising six
all-Irish regiments from New York, Massachusetts and Pennsylvania, suffered 45% casualties and the Irish enthusiasm for
fighting drastically declined. Craig A. Warren, "'Oh, God, What a Pity!': The Irish Brigade at Fredericksburg and the
Creation of Myth," Civil War History (2001) 47:193—221. For the Irish mood see Bernstein, The New York City Draft Riots;
Frank L. Klement, "Catholics as Copperheads during the Civil War," The Catholic Historical Review (1994) 80:36—57.]