THE DAIRYMAN.

Pukekohe & Waiuku Times, Volume 5, Issue 159, 28 March 1916, Page 4

THE DAIRYMAN.

Who nearly came to grief—a wreck, And hung a moitgage round his

neck; But now, thanks to his monthly cheque, Can promenade the quarter-deck i The Dairyman! Who talks so glib of butter-fat,

And never needs to whip the cat: And makes his vow by this and that To wear a new half-guinea hat 'i The Dairyman! Who argues early hours and late, Prepared to face the fires of fate, His text one word—" Co-operate ? " This restless ruler af our State.

The Dairyman! Who vows, if single, he will wed, For such a man might well be dead As have to cpok his beef and bread, And dust the room and make the bed'/ The Dairyman! Who looks away across the plain, To take the levels for a drain, And grows his winter feed and grain/

The Dairyman! Who clears the wood and chops the scrub, Burn, bury, gather, root and grub ; Who kills the dingo, dam and cub, And never saw a city club ? The Dairyman! Who beats the rooster off his perch, And seldom gets to ev'ning church, To hear the parson's deep research 'i The Dairyman! Who meets his mates with knitted brow, Prepared for peace or for a row ; Who keeps his eye upon the sow That fattens on the golden cow 'i The Dairyman! Who treats the new directors well, Until they serve a tidy spell, Then takes the beggars down pellmell 'i

The Dairyman! Who liads the bail an awful drag, Now maize is near a pound a bag 't Until some nasty city wag Declares they're always ou the "nag"

Those Dairymen ! Who rubs his snowy hands with glee When butter keeps at one-and-three Without a coddling policy ? The Dairyman ' With lion heart aud grip of steel, The hub of all creations wheel, Well may his laughter ring and

peal, And prove he is a knowing chiel— The Dairyman!