RANDOM REMARKS.

King Country Chronicle, Volume III, Issue 147, 15 April 1909, Page 5

RANDOM REMARKS.

"John Boll." Junior. The New Version. By F. C. Stuart, Waikaka. The deed!* of played out England Have been boosted up in song, Of bow with peace and progress. She has moved the world along. We've told the self same story Of her glory on the" sea, Of how sbc stood acknowledged The nation of the free. And whilst tinging England's praises And the laurels she has won. There's one whom we have overlooked. And that's her little son! New Zealand. That's the little son John Bull junior. Name and fame tbc lad has won, Jobn Bull junior. He hardly knows bis way about When he lets others flaunt and flout And do their best to flatten out Young John Bull. We've landed out a tariff Which makes the blood turn cold. As in all its rugged grandeur We its beauties now behold; And we sum it up a daisy And with smiles our faces wreathe, Sir Joseph hasn't put a tax Upon the air we breathe. And we sing Sir Joseph's praises At the great work be has done* Old England now a back seat takes Behind her little son. New Zealand. That's the little son John Bull junior. Name and fame the lad has won John 801 l junior. ForlSir Joseph Ward we'll gaily about He is succes vful there's no doubt For he is turning inside out Young John Bull. We're told that Sir Joseph Ward To the Cabinet has shown How he wilt give New Zealand A nice navy of her own. And have a small arms factory Of which folks behind the scenes Say that New Zealand some fine dayMay blow to smithereens; And whilst we sing Sir Joseph's praise As the man behind the gun. Will Old England thank the Statesman Who guards her tittle Son. New Zealand. That's the little son John Bull junior. Who asks if Sir Joseptf is in fun John 801 l junior. If he is in earnest trot 'em out To show us now there is no doubt Who's thirsting for a warlike bout Young John Bull. A Black and White New Zealand Is a subject much drscusscd And folks there arc who prophesy That succeed the White man must. Yet there's the Yellow Peril That we on our threshold see: And on all sides 'tis acknowledged Of this we roust be free. For we want no yellow fever. And this peril we must shun, Who now must barrack for himself? Why, John Bull's tittle son. New Zealand. That's the little son John Bull junior. Name and fame the lad has won John Bull junior. Who'll put this pie-bald biz. to rout To show he knows his way about. Who'll turn the subject inside out Young John Bull. At present there's a question And its causing some ill case, For New Zealand frars a visit From the rampant Germancsc. It is old old story That they'll catch us on the raw And some day will attack m With a fleet of men-o-war, And will blow the place to blaws Ju»t to have a little fun. So in that cm« dear Old England What price your little son? New Zealand. That's the little son John 801 l junior. You must block this little fun John 801 l junior. Those Germans you will have to out And quickly put them all to rout Ju*t to shew that there's no flics about j Young John 8011.