THE NEW ZEALANDER.

Ashburton Guardian, Volume VII, Issue 1840, 14 May 1888, Page 3

THE NEW ZEALANDER.

A Parody on ' The Englishman. ' [By a dyspeptic new-chum.] There's a land that bears a low Dutch name That is sliaightway going ta pot, 'Tis the last on the blotted scroll of fame', ( And nobody cares one jot ; I Of all the larrikin-minded snobs Who ever acted wrong, The most unmannered, meanest mobs To this little land belong ; They're the soum of the earth, deny it who oan, Who live m the home of the Maori man. There's a gang m power that holds the reins. An dsits on all who come, Whose great delight is to suok the brains Of every poor new chum. And having sprung from the lowest souroe, Besmirched with filth and mud, Now think it is the thing of oourse To stifle all fresh blood ; They're the soum of the earth deny it who oan, Who live m the land of the Maori man. The Briton may traverse the pole or zone, And freely spend bis cash, But here he'll see that honor's flown And the place is going to smash ; Should the well-bred stranger ask the cause, When seeking a billet or berth, He'll quickly find, despite the laWB, Of true men there's a dearth ; They're the soum of the earth, deny it who oan, Who live m tbe home of the Maori man, And yet the land is a glorious land Deserving a better fate, And its vaet resources ought to expand Until it's a power m the State ; But they never will— just mark my wordSo long as the present orowd, A blatant, rude, and selfish herd, To- ' boss the shop 'is allowed ; They're the soum of the earth, deny it who oan, Who live m the home of the Maori man.