Yarding Sheep

Horowhenua Chronicle, 14 August 1915, Page 2

Yarding Sheep

— .. (Written for The Chronicle). Yarding sheep, yarding sheep— bee the beggars break and scatter! Yarding sheep) yarding sheep— Do you hear the whirling clatter I Aire the slrealc of dawn began, Finished in the evening dan; '2'is the penance of the run, Yarding sheep! lit the chorus ol tlie canines 1 can hear old Nellie's note; Young Tatkins backs his mother with a yap; And Norway All is grunting, "J. will bust you sooncrs, boat, "Suppose you don't shud ub youse dader drap!" And the white sea shakes and quivera, while in eddies near the rim, The strong move on to nowhere ill particular; The dust llies thick and thicker, till th« crimson suu grows dim, And sweat and dust makes mud in your auricular 1 Then; are silly goats in 'sylums; there are .silly goau> outside ("Way out there, Rover! See the bounders scamper! ); liui ol all the queer conundrums that were ever wrapped in hide, These woolly wasters fairly cop the damper 1 Stubborn as facts, they won't be moved, they rush like bulls in town, Or hurdle as their brainless heads impel them; And Gabriel get writers' cramp through hustling to set down The inessential things we yarders tell them. Yarding sheep, yarding sheep— Oh, itsjoi/s are none too nice I Yarding sheep, yarding sheep— " Break away " is sound advice. (Jut to graft at da Wit's first peep, Bore to bed at night we creep, And continue iu our steep, Yarding sheep! —U. P. IiRUWN.