ORIGINAL POETRY.

Dunstan Times, Issue 827, 22 February 1878, Page 3

ORIGINAL POETRY.

THE BANKS. I’ve been making songs about many, when I’d nothing else to do; So 1 will make one about the Banks, and give them a rub to ; As I want for to prove myself, in case I may be wrong, It’s for public inspection, now, that I do make this song. The Blink of New South Wales, I know, it has been very fair ; Many a year I’ve dealt with it, and now I leave, it, there; Some people blame the Agents, but what have they to do ? The rules are strictly-laid down, and must be carried through. But of all the Banka now that £ know, the Colonial is for me : When they find they run no risk, they are - so very free ; When they find they run no risk, they will do all they can, Which often is a benefit, and help to a poor man. Many a man does say to me—in fact, some that are hero— The Colonial Bank is far away, deal with the one that’s near ; The district you should encourage, and not try to run it down, And do not go up to Cromwell, into that dusty town. But the district I like in a way, but for it do not care, Whenever I cannot pay my Way I am not wanted there ; So where I do get best quarters, that is the place for me, There is plenty yet will follow suit, but now they cannot see. Some tell me it is far away, 1 cannot see that at all, As the Agent is down here each month, for to see us all ; And it we want him sooner we get the wires to play ; And soon as he does get the news, wj have him here next day. And for to make things better, so as to please each man, He has an office on the ground to cash cheques, and so on ; He has an office on the ground, so no one can complain, The Colonial is the miner’s friend, and with it I’ll remain. An Old Miner. Tinkers Gully, February 15th.