THE BOLD PIRATES

Southland Times, Issue 21091, 24 May 1930, Page 22

THE BOLD PIRATES

’ Three little children, Tired of play, Rain pouring down, A dismal day! Said Nancy to Bob; “There’s naught to do, I don’t want toys, Neither do you.” But Maisie sprang up, \ With eager eyes, “I’ve an idea, ■ A great surprise.” They then dressed up, * Three pirates bold, With stolen loot ( Stored in their hold. Three blissful hours They spent that day, And learned to while The time away. —5/- and 4 marks to Cousin Chrissie Ross (11), Puketiro —Second Prize— THE FANCY FREE. To the land of Make-believe we sail, Janey, and Ann, and me. Be sure our courage will never fail On board the Fancy Free. For I’m the captain, and Ann the mate; Good men and true are we, Jane is passenger, sitting in state, Singing a melody. Our banners glitter, waves lap our boat, We land in one hour more. ’Tis enchanting to sing, as nearer we float To that delightful shore. We will sing “Heave Ho” with all o’ur might; Jolly good sailors we, And sail back home in the pale moonlight, Janey, and Ann, and me. —2/6 and 3 marks to Cousin Nancy Rowan (12), Otautau —Specially Commended — AVAILING. We’re off to sea; we’re off to sea, Just Milly, Betty, and me. We haul up the sail, And go with the gale, Such brave little sailors we! —3 marks to Cousin Mary Fortune (8), Home street, Winton.

■ —Highly Commended. — THE SEA ROVERS. We’re sea rovers brave, and we sail around, Over the deep blue sea. . For adventure we’re bound, Full of young life we’re found. > So happy, and from care we’re free.

We’ve sailed so far across the bar, I feel just like a sturdy Tar. But the sea has got rough, And we’ve had enough. For us little sailors three.

Excited I stand, shade my eyes with my

hand, And keep eager watch for sight of land. Ah, look! Land I see, Where can we be? For to land will be a relief to us three. -—2 marks to Cousin James Fortune (12), Home Street, Winton.

A MISHAP. Topsy, Jane and Betsy May, Went for a sail one fine day; Over the water white with foam, And ne’er again returned they home.

When they set out all were gay, This nice treat soon went its way; For in the distance could be seen, The waves adashing strong and keen.

So Topsy sighed and then she said, ‘Our glorious day has gone to bed; Now upon us comes a storm, Looking at Betsy weary and worn.’

The waves came up on every side, Oh, it was a perilous ride; Every moment of pain and grief, Hoping that help would bring relief.

The night came on and all was dark, Just as it was in Noah’s Ark, The boat swayed backwards, to and fro, For it was far too rough to row. ■ 7 The children huddled close together, Weeping bitterly, cause of the weather; Wondering what their mother would say, When she heard of the awful mishap that day. —2 marks to Cousin Edna Gordon (13), Otatara. —Commended.— FOUR LITTLE SOUTHLANDERS. Out on the sea one summers’ day, Four Little Southlanders sailed in the bay, One named June and the other Vita, With two Little Southland boys, James and Peter. On and on and on they went, But they didn’t arrive at the place they’d been sent. So back they came in their little ship, Hoping that the water would not give them

a dip. —1 mark to Cousin Zoe Smith (12 (, 24 Mitchell Street, Lindisfarne.

—Highly Commended.—• PIRATES BOLD. Blow winds blow, • Over the sea we go, Pirates bold are we, In the good shin Vanity.

. Row, brothers, low, Thro’ the rain and snow, Bound for England’s shore, Where we’ve often been before

Shout, boys, shout, Let all the canvas out, 1116 harbour’s drawing near, English dogs we do not fear. Fight, lads fight, Fight with all your might, The enemy are strong, But to smash them won’t take long. —2 marks to Cousin Jack Heath, (11), C/o Messrs Cameron and Finn, Tuatapere. —Commended. — THE VIKINGS’ BOAT. With the boat sailing Are Rosie, Patsy and May, For they’re off to a party This bright summers’ day. It’s merrily they go With full sail a-head, Rowing on the water With no fear or dread. Singing a happy chorus With hearts so gay, As they near the shore This bright summers’ day. —1 mark to Cousin Margaret Macarthur (11), Ohai. OUR REGRETTED SAIL. T’was one fine day when the sun shone bright, That ,we went for a sail on the sea. We sneaked a boat from the boatman, Did Molly and Betty and me. We pushed it out in the water, ’Till the waves were up to our knees, Then we all jumped into our dream-ship, And sailed off to explore the seas. All of a sudden the sea grew rough And we didn’t know what to do I tried to steer to the port of Bluff But the tide wouldn’t carry us through. We drifted away out on the billows Till all we could see was water Then we saw a ship that looked like a pillow And on the deck stood a porter I signalled to him to help us Cause we were stranded on the sea The captain and sailors made such a fuss And the hero of the day was me. —1 mark to Cousin Nita Finlay (13) Te Tua.