Merry England O!

Maoriland Worker, Volume 2, Issue 35, 3 November 1911, Page 5

Merry England O!

By E. L. EYRE.

[For THE MAQEILANB W OEKEB.I We prate of Empire and the King— The jingo's first at every board; Our fa.ith to England dares to cling— To fatted Earl and gouty Lord. Beneath a better social sphere, We sow and reap, and reap and sow ; The children's cries we never hear, That come from Merry England O! There Landlords take their velvet ways And dare ail men to touch a coin, And I 'where the furnace fires do blaze ; ''The sweated slaves in labor join; There liveried footmen ope the door Of stately homes where roses grow; s . The v 'never see the very poor That live iv Merry England 0! There bind the fetters of the Church More firmly than we folk may tell; The Bishop, 'with his oily smirch, Doth daily preach of Heaven and " ; 'Hell, And ignorant yokels touch the! hat To every, parson bowing low—/ (We're bad enough, but don't do that; We're riot ia Merry England O!)

There, in the slums of London town, Poor starving children cry for bread And. women live their long'lives down With filthy vermin overhead; There invalids in agony creep— _ Poor folk who doctors never know: They're glad when death brings peace and sleep In dear old Merry England 0! 0, writers who would write for fame, That on Fame's path have never turned. Take up your pens and write your name Upon old creeds until they've burn- ' cd— ■ ■ ■ . For only thus may joy be brought To that sad land of grief and woe, Old England, which in school -we'iv* taught., Is' Merry, Merry England 0!

A student named Kristi, rushing into a saloon carriage at Novotcherkesk (Russia) fired three shots HP-i_i.ni a revolver at and mortally wounded Prince Troubegkai, a member of the An oil launch containing five Italian .fishermen __as been missing from Wollon,gong(N.S.W.) : since Saturday week,and there is grave anxiety. Council of E_ngir«*