Poetry.

Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 28, 14 October 1893, Page 7

Poetry.

ODE TO W. H. M. [ (By “ Auld Reekie.”) There’s a man on his travels, look out! There’s a man on his travels, look out! There’s a man on his travels, and things he unravels That people know little about. This man on his travels can spout, This man on his travels can spout, Or pen you a letter that never a better You’ve met in your knocking about. He travelled to London, and then, He travelled to London, and then, A wedding he saw, but so awfully braw, That he cannot describe with a pen. Then away to the Land of the Thistle, Then away to the Land of the Thistle, In the famous old town O’Dumfries he sat down, Where he first started tuning his whistle. He next has a yark at the Yank. He next has a yark at the Yank, As he stmts and lie stares in the Father of fairs, And scratches the whale in the tank. Then back to Hew Zealand he flew, Then back to New Zealand be flew, In the great House o’ Lords why they hugged him in hordes, And hekissedevery memberhe knew How he fancies he’s travelled enough, How he fancies he’s travelled enough, So to finish his trip, befalls flop on a ship, And is duly set down at the Bluff. How get you his letters to read, How get you his letters to read, And I swear on my soul, if you gobble the whole, You will need a new ha t for your head. Thev are full of such wisdom and wit, They are full of such wisdom and wit, That the wise King of old would he fearfull y bold If he’d dare on a level to sit. And now with a lamp and a light, And now with a lamp and a light, He shows where he’s been, an dthe sights he has seen, ■Which fills the whole land with delight.