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New Zealand Colonist and Port Nicholson Advertiser, Volume I, Issue 9, 30 August 1842, Page 4

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Am —The Old English Gentleman. I’ll sing you a fine new song, made by a cunning pate, 'Of a famous Corporation Bill, endowed with no estate; 'Which gave the citizen!? the power to vote and pay the. rate, And a Mayor an% Common Councillors to tax —“by way of trate,” • Like a fine New Zealand Taxing Bill, all of Will. Hobson’s time. t _ The clause of this famous -Bill* Will. Hobson did soon propose, i ' > But ’mongst the people found a large majority of noes; Who prayed against t]jf|} Bill, and all its catalogue of But at their poor Petition Will. Hob. turned up his nose, And praised Ms' fine' new taxing Bill, all of his ruling time. ’ But soon the fear of “forking-out,” had-op’d the eyes of all, And ’gainst the Corporation Bill, they loudly ’gan to bawl; Although some thickset editors, and Irishmen full tall, For their own proper purposes, most lustily did call, For this fine New Zealand taxing Bill, all of Will. Hobson’s time. But time brought help, and soon there came a terrible outcry, That the pleasant dozy Council, was just about to die; Will. Hob. walked out all mournfully each morning with a sigh, With a splendid Holland telescope, to look out for the Fly, And wept for the fine new faxing Bill, all of his ruling time. The good old days of plenty, and prosperity are fled, The settlers are insolvent, the Land F mid now is dead; Necessity hath driven hope of sympathy away, And long the colonists will live to curse the fatal day, . Which reared these fine new taxing Bills, all of Will. Hobson’s time.