POETRY.

Globe, Volume XXI, Issue 1723, 28 August 1879, Page 3

POETRY.

THE KNIGHT OP KAWAU. (From the Auckland “Free Lance,”) l, The Knight of Kawau he came over the sea. To make all the bondmen, the slaves, and serfs free : He cared not for law, Constitution and that— This friend of the people, this crony of Pat; like Pat—what he loved best of all was a row ; And by Jove ! he made plenty, this Knight of Kawau. ii. He entered the House with a non troubled air, Tho’ foes, like the cloud-raok of winter, were there : He marched to his seat through the taueatried hall, — Past Wakefield and Fox, —and, in fact, past them all: He deigned not to smile, and he deigned not to bow; 3o haughty and proud was the Knight of Kawau, m. Then np got Sir William, and begged to propose. That the House of this gallant old man would dispose; Would ask him to quit—with respect most profound, For no one approved of him sloshing around : Anri of promises broken, with unblushing brow, — But he would not depart, this tough Knight of Kawau. rv. He cared not for precedent, Parliament, rules. He considered opponents were villiaus and fools; But he was the lad with the bonny blue ee’; Would make all New Zealand rich, happy, and free ; So knowing in love, and so grand in a row : There never was knight like this Knight of Kawau. v. “ I have long woo’d this House, but my suit yon denied ; And I lose every time that we come to divide ; “ So, with very much pleasure, I now do resolve, “That this House I detest and abhor, shall dissolve.” ■ Yon could easier corner a weasel, I vow. Than corner this wily old Knight of Kawau, V!. A wink to John Sheehan—a word in his ear; A smile to Macandrow—to Fisher a tear : Then hey! for the hustings—to soft-soap poor “ Hodge.” To talk of oppression —to shuffle and dodge ; To call the unwashed to a mighty powwow ; To dance to the tune of the Knight of Kawau. yn. There was mounting ’mong men of all parties and clans. On railways and steamers, on horses and vans; To the North and the South, to the East and the West; To tho Polls! to the Folia! —who shall £roe/ior the best 7 at strns wT tho dell needs a long spoon .and now I wish yon all joy of this Knight of Kawau.