A SONG OF THE CITY.

Southland Times, Volume I, Issue 18, 9 January 1863, Page 2

A SONG OF THE CITY.

Til sing you a song of the city, — The city whose site would be good— If it hnd but a passable jetty, And wasn't half hid in a wood. I'll sing of a Province progressing— I believe in the " mnn at the wheel"— (Though really one can't help confessing He's rather an obstinate " chiel.") I think that we might have an Escort— And a dry place to bury our dead, — I'm certain we safely might import Some buoys for the Bluff Harbor Head. We're minus a good Gold Receiver, And a clothes-line to run up the Flags, And the P — st M — st — r sayß that he'd rayfcher Not carry those " d — mn'd letter bags." Lawyers are growling for something, (But they can maintain their own cause), And the Squattera say they'll have a fling At badly concocted Scab Laws. In fact we are getting on "stunning," Though it rather detracts from the fan, That we crawl, where we ought to be running, To dv what has got to be done. Good luck to the man who will do it, May his beard never show a grey hair ! If he p:iuse in the race, he'll rue it, If he's game — why we'll say he's " all there." So endelh my song of the city — The city whose site is so good — Though it has such a horrible jetty And houses constructed of wood. (Chorus of go-a-head Colonists.) Towseb.