RHYMES ON KNIGHTHOOD.

Poverty Bay Standard, Volume III, Issue 259, 27 March 1875, Page 2

RHYMES ON KNIGHTHOOD.

The brave Knights of old, as I have been told, And read, too, in books which all back it, With their horse at full prance, their quivering lance, Would pierce through a foeuian’s mail jacket. The frail maiden’s cause by chivalry’s laws, Would bring gallant, Knights to her aid ; And if by their might, they could set her cause right, Her smile their exertions repaid. Not the maid’s cause alone ; for their einew and bone Were devoted to redressing wrong ; The oppressive and proud, to their prowess soon bowed, And their deeds are recorded in song. The Knights nowadays show little to praise Tho’ praises of former resound. In honor’s good cause, they are bound by no laws, Save ten to one on a twice or thrice round." To ensure yourself Knight, fee your foe not to fight,; See murdering Maories well fed ; Takeaway women’s breath, starve the orphans to death, And rejoice at their cries for dry bread. If Jew Lius works out his figures and quirks, And bamboozles a few millions more; We’ll have tatoo’d brown girls with “ improvers ” and curls. And tatoo’d brown Knights in galore. Let Mao’ fob the “ siller,” he’ll be lady killer Among all the beauties that’s brown,' They will stare at their Mars, with his glitterstars, Like country folk just come to town.