ANN ECK SAYSHUN.

Southland Times, Issue 1166, 17 November 1869, Page 3

ANN ECK SAYSHUN.

Her nainsel frae Lochaber hills Has landed at the Fluff, man, Where she'll get everythiug to puy Bat no ac pickle snuff, mail. The public-houses here are grand, The like she'll never saw, man ; An' folk are gangin' out an' in Like shentlemans sac praw, man. She'll teuk a dander up an' down, An' then she'll venture in, man ; She'll hae a tram o' usquebae — .; An 1 sure that is nae sin, man. SWll hear them speak about a lass, They Ann Eck Sayshun ca', man, An* if the words they'll spoke be true, She maun be unco praw, man. She'll be a wondrous lass, nae doubt, Frae what she'll hear them say, man, She'll open shops in every street An' nought will be to pay, man. She'll gi'e us sneeehin gratis free, An' whisky in galore, man ; She'll gi'e us mutton, beef, and brose, In plenty evermore, man. | They'll say the Province is in debt — i She'll pay it every plack, man, An' gold to £.11 our sporraas up, j She'll bring it in a crack, man. She'll mak' us a' be deuks an' lords, An' cock our bonnets braw, man, Wi' tartans, kilt, an' philabeg An' claymore, dirk, an' a', man. Another tram or two she'll teuk, An' then at ane she'll spier, man, 'Bout Ann Eck Sayshun, where she'll Btay, An' when she'll bring the gear, man. They glowered as if they'd seen a ghost, Syne raised a .'oud guffaw, man ; She'll thocht the aueatlemana be crazed, The like ye never saw, man. Och ! But her Hieland blood was up, The tram was in her cc, man ; She clenched her fist — when in there came The bonniest lass ye'd Bee, man. Her cheeks were like the cabbage rose, Like blue bells were her een, man ; Her hair was like the raven'B wing, Her gait was like a queen, man. Ane o 1 the shentlemans sac grand, Wi' whiskers on his chin, man, Said, thia is Ann J2ck Sayshun's eel', Wha's everybody's frien', man. Wi' bonnet off, s ie'll say, " good laas, I've trunk your uaquebae, man, An' she'll gie you her honest thanks Sin* naething is to pay man. Dumfoundered like she looked and spoke — " What's this I hear ye say, man, Ye've trunk my trams o' uaquebae An' ne'er intend to pay, man j You ugly halinshaker loon, ' Gae back the way ve've cam, man, Some Hieland Mac haei played ye false, An' made ye trust a sham, man."

Her nainael to the door she led Wi' grip upon her lv», man, Tho' Ana Eck Sayahun be fu' praw, She's but a big humbug, man. Northern- Litera/tithe. — The Wellington Evening Post presents to its readers the following literary gem from the columns of the Independent :— The proverbs of Solomon are doubtless gems of thought and wisdom, but, beautiful as they are, their frequent repetition in fcHis high pressure age of sfceatnand telegraph, when, people are continually craving after " some new thing," begins to pall upon the ear. Accordingly our morning contemporary is endeavoring to provide the world with a new selection, ,-md shapes its leading articles after the model of Martin Tupper. The following is a specimen : — " King David's assertion, that ' all men are liars,' was admittedly hasty. The cynical remark, that ' mankind is a damned rascal,' is much too sweeping to be just. As a rule, men are rather weak than wicked. As a beam will deflect with a certain load, and break with so much more, so will most meu resist a moderate amount of temptation, and yield to a greater. There are saints, of course. There is also iron and wood, potters' clay, and adamant. The materials used in the arts of construction are neither very weak nor excessively strong, but with them we build excellent ships and houses. People who are not soldiers themselves are after all quite capable of judging of soldiers. In. order to know good bread from bad, it is not necessary to be a baker."