ORIGINAL POETRY.

Hawke's Bay Times, Volume IV, Issue 201, 18 November 1864, Page 1 (Supplement)

ORIGINAL POETRY.

THE MAORI MANIA

Last year, when war’s rude clamor rang throughout the country broad. And one and all, like Britain’s sons were armed with one accord. To horse! to horse! hrave volunteers, throughout the country sounded, And Naider’s sons, for hearths and homes, upon their horses bounded. All then, whe i danger’s darkening cloud o'erspread our fertile valleys, Together practised as their drill assault, pursuit, and rallies. The poor the rich were glad to find employment for protection. And willing hands and sturdy hearts were kept in each direction. All Maorics, then, with spear and gun, their savage warerics yelling, Block to the standard of their king, from North to South rebelling. Bed by Waikato's dark'war sons to death and desolation, These grov’hng men of wool foresaw the threafniug innovation. And trembled lest their lucre vile, which they so meanly hoarded, Should vanish in the tide of war, their quaking hearts foreboded. Since then but one short year has passed, and now both brave and fearless, These mammoth sheep ticks venture out with vaunting swagger careless. They say the war is over now and forget both strife and 1 binder. That, some months since, so nearly rent their gold and life asunder; Their dark-skinned murderers now they court, and take them by the hand. While through the country homeless their staunch and faithful baud. Of English hearts, who, during strif , their last life's blood would spill, Bather than see their country fall beneath the savage will. Their homesteads now with ilaories crowd 0 lovers of dark skinned labor, Who'd lick the dust from off their boots, or aught to curry favor. Anything that would please Sir G or Downiug-street in London, Gain favor with the canting sneaks who'd have the state soon undone. But now beware, ye dastard things, next time war’s trumpet's sounded, Fight your own battles ou the runs whereon your fortune’s founded. Look not to us to join in arms those who now spurn our toiling. The world is wide—we’ll all clear out—leave you for Maori broiling. And if they cook you with your sheep, when oven Maori you fear in. Ecmcmber who turned the white man out, and kept the Jlaories shearing BILLY NUTTS, from " Waidrope.”