ORIGINAL POETRY.
"Whose glory through the land resounds 1 Whose fame from every side rebounds 'I Who swallowed our two hundred pounds? Our Mayor. When Centralism our great town smote, Who 'gainst our voices gave his vote \ Who very neatly turned his coat ? Our Mayor. Who'd tell no Corporation squibs, But make us " ante up" the " dibs V Who wouldn't handle poor old Gibbs ? Our Mayor.
Who'd swell out at our great pic-nics 1 "Whose eloquence would try no tricks, But quietly the votes would fix, Our Mayor ? Whose patriotism's tumorous ? Who fain would try and humor us ? Whose changings are so numerous ? Our Mayor's. Who wouldn't use our powerful Times, That chronicler of social crimes, Re Croker, that sweet sheet of rhymes ? Our Mayor. Who'd business for us sacrifice For our town's good I —that's his device It looks on paper very nice, Dear Mayor. Whose constancy we would admire When eulogised by Buster's fire. But whose sincerity does expire Like to our Mayor's. Who'd help us by his elocution To work our crazy constitution, Wer't not for speedy retribution Our Mayor. Who'd like to keep the civic chair Just for our good. Oh ! virtue rare, "We'll hae a word and that's nae mair, Our Mayor.
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Oamaru Mail, Volume III, Issue 712, 22 July 1878, Page 5 (Supplement)
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207ORIGINAL POETRY. Oamaru Mail, Volume III, Issue 712, 22 July 1878, Page 5 (Supplement)
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