Poetry.

Southern Cross, Volume 1, Issue 40, 30 December 1893, Page 3

Poetry.

A NEW YEAR’S LAY,

(By Andkew Kinross.)

Caledonia’s flag is waving Above this Southern land of ours; See her sons for honour craving, Eager to display their powers. Hear the martial pibroch sounding, Behold the tartans waving fair ; Watch the graceful dancers bounding To reel or strathspey’s lively air. See Kew Zealand’s sons competing Young athletes of many a size. While their youthful hearts are beating With hope to gain a valued prize. Come from every hill and valley. And from Southland’s farthest plain, Bound Britannia’s standard rally, And come to hear sweet music s strain Gather Britons of all classes, Of every ago and each degree, Kindly wives and cheerful lasses. Come »U, the Highland games to see. In Invert-argil! when you meet Greet every friend with kindly hand, And let no malice or deceit Be found this day in all the land. Then bring the bottle^ —let it pass £dcn ; When filled with Highland mountain With willing hand pour out each glass, And treat each friend sincere and true. And drink a health to Britain’s Queen — Head of an empire great and free, Whose flag on many lands is seen, And proudly floats above each sea. pledge the statesmen of our land, And friends who fill a humble sphere, Maintain old customs good and grand Xet them be still to Britons clear. Then sing that dear old Scottish song, Sung over all the world this night; Eaise “Auld Lang Syne” with voices strong, i. And chorus all with hearty might.