THE DUNEDIN DEMONSTRATION.

New Zealand Times, Volume XXX, Issue 4562, 3 November 1875, Page 2

THE DUNEDIN DEMONSTRATION.

The following excellent " skit" on the great Superintendental reception at Dnnedin, is from the Saturday Advertiser, and is'stated to be reported specially by P. Murphy, Esq., of Wellington:— Ye gentle Muses, who ne'er refuses. But still infuses in the Poet's lay, I claim attiution, and condiscinsion. While I now mintion what I've got to say. Och, the dimonstration, that grand ovation. No other nation saw such a sight, In song or story, or thradition hoary. As on the inornin' o' the Banquet night. Wid soords a flashin', togged out in fashion, Those haros dashin'—the Volunteers, — Would have marched proud, sure, but they worc't allowed, sure, And thin the crowd, sine, burst out in cheers. The cannonß tundhered, and the clouds were sun.: dhered, And the people wondhered at the mighty noise. An' the hills wor shakin', an' the earth was quakin', Be the hokey poker it was fine, my boys. Thin the bould Committee marched through the city (Och, more's the pity av ye worn't there), Wid knots o' blue, snre, be gog it's throe, sure, An' Mac kept bowin', wid his head all bare. Thin Misther Hooper approached the Super, Whilst the bnys did whoop, or cry "hip hooray ; He read a pome, sure, sayin'—" Yer, welkim home sure, Faix we were lonely while ye wor away. Thin, the procession (without digression) Was the grandest sight that has iver been ; Och, sich paradin, wid John Barnes a ladin" On his prancin' charger—'twas a lovely scene ! Thin the Societies, of all varieties, And the thra-la-li-ities of the Taieri band, Would have been splindid, if they' attinde 1, Wid their scarfs an' sashes, an' their banners grand. Four greys so spunbey, an" no ways funky, (I missed the donkey of Dicky Miles), Drew on the carriage (I don't disparage, But Fitz an' Geordie kept on their tiles). Big crowds wor out, sure, along the rout, sure. Be gog, the shouts, sure, were small they made : Most onsiquintial in this fate Provincial Was Farley's badle, frorn the new Arcade. Och, Mars and Bacchus, an' Caius Gracchus, . An' Jupither Pluvius, an' Say3ir too, Sich flow'ry praties (some call thini taties) We got at night, boys, in our Irish Stew Wid Sir George a gushin', an' Bunny blushiu', An' Mac a flushin', full of modest pride, Be the powers 'twas splindid.—but now it's inded ; So, wid yer lave, I'll put me harp aside. PAnDY Murphy.