James Patrick O'Hara the Justice of Peace,
He bossed the P.M. and he bossed the police;
A parent, a deacon, a landlord was he
A townsman of weight was OHara, J.P.
He gave out the prizes, foundation-stones laid,
He shone when the Governors visit was paid;
And twice re-elected as Mayor was he
The flies couldnt roost on OHara, J.P.
Now Sandy MFly, of the Axe-and-the-Saw,
Was charged with a breach of the licensing law
He sold after hours whilst talking too free
On matters concerning OHara, J.P.
And each contradicted the next witness flat,
Concerning back parlours, side-doors, and all that;
Twas very conflicting, as all must agree
Yed better take care! said OHara, J.P.
But Baby, the barmaid, her evidence gave
A poor, timid darling who tried to be brave
Now, dont be afraidif its frightened ye be
Speak out, my good girl, said OHara, J.P.
Her hair was so golden, her eyes were so blue,
Her face was so fair and her words seemed so true
So green in the ways of sweet women was he
That she jolted the heart of OHara, J P.
He turned to the other grave Justice of Peace,
And whispered, You cant always trust the police;
Ill visit the premises during the day,
And see for myself, said OHara, Jay Pay.
(Case postponed.)
Twas early next morning, or late the same night
Twas early next morning we think would be right
And sounds that betokened a breach of the law
Escaped through the cracks of the Axe-and-the-Saw.
And Constable Dogherty, out in the street,
Met Constable Clancy a bit off his beat;
He took him with finger and thumb by the ear,
And led him around to a lane in the rear.
He pointed a blind where strange shadows were seen
Wild pantomime hinting of revels within
Well drop on MFly, if youll listen to me,
And prove we are right to OHara, J. P.
But Clancy was up to the lay of the land,
He cautiously shaded his mouth with his hand
Wisht, man! Howld yer whisht! or its ruined well be,
Its the justice himselfits OHara, J.P.
They hishd and they whishted, and turned themselves round,
And got themselves off like two cats on wet ground;
Agreeing to be, on their honour as men,
A deaf-dumb-and-blind institution just then.
Inside on a sofa, two barmaids between,
With one on his knee was a gentleman seen;
And any chance eye at the keyhole could see
In less than a wink twas OHara, J.P.
The first in the chorus of songs that were sung,
The loudest that laughed at the jokes that were sprung,
The guest of the evening, the soul of the spree
The daddy of all was OHara, J.P.
And hard-cases chuckled, and hard-cases said
That Baby and Alice conveyed him to bed
In subsequent storms it was painful to see
Those hard-cases side with the sinful J.P.
Next day, in the court, when the case came in sight,
OHara declared he was satisfied quite;
The case was dismissedit was destined to be
The final case of OHara, J.P.
The law and religion came down on him first
The Christian was hard but his wife was the worst!
Half ruined and half driven crazy was he
It made an old man of OHara, J. P.
Now, young men who come from the bush, do you hear?
Who know not the power of barmaids and beer
Dont see for yourself! from temptation steer free,
Remember the fall of OHara, J.P.