Select Poetry.

Colonist, Volume II, Issue 116, 30 November 1858, Page 4

Select Poetry.

THE THAMES AND THE SEINE. (A Contrast, by Jkax CnArAUD.) Brown portare-beer ? Brown stout portare ? Jso, not for me—no, tank you, Sare; Because, you see, I am avare Zey brew's him from ze Thames rivare. Ze Thames, he vashes London town; 'TU dere de littel cats dey drown ; And from ze bridge yen I looks down, I sco vat makes ze portare brown. I say ze rivare brown, see here, See zere ze brown stout portare-beer; It is one liquor vary queer— To drink of it I have much fear. Anozer time I did admire Your brov.ni stout portare-beer entire, Vhich if I vas with thirst on fire, I should no more not now desire. For zen"l had not seen ze flood From vhich ze portare-beer is brew'd— Zo rivare Thames, a strean of mud, Vhich I, for drink, do not find good. Thames water on zc fields to trow Is well—hs make ze harvest grow ; Give him ze plant, ze herb, and *\ But not for ma to drink—no, no! Aha! John Bull, you laugh at wo For not so sweet as wo might bo; Zf; reason why at last you see— Your Thames he makes your baer and tea. Zat vhich vc renders to ze plain, For it may not pollute ac Seine, You cause your rivare to contain. Wish you for me to more explain. It'zen you should no wonder tink Zat from your portare-baer I shrink. For vy ? your Thames he is one sink, And vat ye trows avay you drink.