Miscellany.

Dunstan Times, Issue 1035, 9 December 1881, Page 3

Miscellany.

A BOULD IBISHMAN’S LAY.

Ock! the Alexandra cricketers came out to have a kick at us, With their bats and their wickets, just last • Wednesday mom ; In .a trap they came ridiu’, with Cecil Bees drivin’; Oeh ! their presence did enliven and the whole place adorn. So then they proceeded, and to me new indeed it Looked as if they needed the Victorian eleven lo match ’em : Theicwasthe Doctor from Clyde, too, and Bourchier beside, who With the Alexandras tried to, with Blacks, do their best j And Turton from Cromwell, who helped them on well. But, faith, now can none tell me who were the rest ? Oh ! a crowd from the station, too, but to name ’em I’ve no patience— They were near all relations, who came out fr. nr Calloway. Messrs Telford and Austin -but my strength yer exhaustin’. Explaining and boasting about this great holiday. And now for dear oald Blacks—yez all longing, perhaps. To hear about the cracks that played in this game— Faith ! I think the Doctor’s one, and Glassford, the squatter’s sun r Shure, his first name it matters none, in the end its the same. There was Newton and Pitches, in white what do-ye-call-’em breeches, Who know well how to teach us the way to play cricket. Then there was M‘Donald, who knew how to strike a ball, And whose bat fell straight on all, dead on the wicket; And half-a-dozen more, who perhaps 1 have named before ; My memory’s so poor—but we’ll on with tlie game. Faith, well our men did slog and run—bedad, I did enjoy the fun. They kept scoring one by one, which resulted in the victory of our team. Now, we’ll turn up the paddock—faith, it would give you a headache, They’d all press you with bread, eake, and fine cups o’ tea. And the girls all around us were playing at rounders, Shure, in no up-country town does the likes a man see. Then after some fun, and the childer had a run, And ate nigh eve:y bun, we went up to the school Whore millions were flocking—some aronnd the door talking. Others up and down walking, enjoying the evening so cool; And the maidens—God bless ’em—how they did dress them - - Faith, I longed to caress them, the darliuts so fair, Smg an opening chorus—how I wished I was there. Then I foil dreaming, and heard no screaming or clapping, Till a voice—’twas not singing—brought me into my boots. Oh ! still moie enchanted, 1 could hardly stand it, She explained what she wanted—it struck me 1M suit. And ever since I’ve been scheming, dreaming, and ami planning. A trail ! don't be me blaming, you’ve all wooed and won. I’d track ber, though unseeming, explain all my dreaming. If I only knew how it was done. An ah, now kt me cud it, and if I have offended, Piaise pardon what ray pen did. BiiULD EKIN’S SON. November 12, 1831.