Saturday Night.

Manawatu Standard, Volume X, Issue 2, 9 May 1885, Page 3

Saturday Night.

♦Tune -"Tho Mwdetue Bongh." 'Tis Saturday night, with the gather iu<{ croud, The bustle and stir ant tumult loud : The harvest of groed, with its evils untold, The terrible struggle for life and ffold : The shouting and mirth, the mut-ic and soujf, The gasping and fraud, oppression and wrong : Whilo the demon. o£ ill looks on with delight, And cries," I am king of tho city tonight !" 0 the Saturday ni^ht ! O the I Saturday night 1 'Tis Saturday night, and everywhere Where shoppiug is done the tradesmen are there ; The chain they have snapped on others they bind, Their burden removed, their fellows they grind j The freedom they crave is ever their own ; All mercy to others to them is unknown • They trample on justice, and pity, and right, And buy with the last on Saturday night, 0 the Saturday night, «fco. 'Tis Saturday night, the cluck has struck ten, And yet at thn counter are women and men, Fast wearing their strength and their lives away- — Doing 'the work of a seventh day. What wnii<Tei" that uiauy so sorely .. oppre.«s'd, No heart for the good on the day oi rest, Should ruu where the wildest excitement is found, , - Aud deep m the gulf of perdition bo drowned ? i 0 the Saturday night, <fen. 'Tis Saturday night,and the Sabbath is ,nigh : Bat many keep open while auy will buy, And Christian professors among them art: found Exacting and grasping as any around ; They'll jio to their church on the incoming day, Will join m the psalm, and earnestly . pniy, Will talk ot their Sabboth of joy and delight, And forget the poor slaves of the Saturday night. 0 thft Saturday night. &c. 'Tis Saturd&y night; and yon maiden failIs selling her life at the counter there ; Like a slave has she toiled from hour to hour, Till she droops like a delicate, fading 1 Hower, And a crimson flush has mantled her cheeks, And muffled and few are the words she speaks, For mammon is breaking her spirit brave, And crushing her down to ar. early grave. O the' Saturday nighfc, &c. 'Tis Saturday uight, but there's dawning a day When mammon's dread power shall . vanish away, When brotherly love shall rise m her might, And put down the wrong and lift np the rjght : When settlers and buyers together shall band To stamp out the self that now rules m the land, . ' . And the hearts of the toilers grow merry and bright. When the shops are all closed on the Saturday night. 0 tho Saturday night, &c.