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Original and Select Posters.

I WOULD I WERE THE SUMMER-WIND.

IwouLDlweretheSummetiwind,- •-,•• ; Thaf free and gladsometthing; To wander ever unconiSnea,:. Upon my silken wing. : >: ; For faraway o'eryonder mam, r v : That eager wing should roam;. f ; ■ One hallowed spotto seek again,,. .. : , , My long lost early .home. I would I were the summer wind, All freedom and all niirtn,_ To revel ever uncortfinedj - .""" ' Amid the sweetsiOfeartli. ~; ■'..- : Yet 'neath the blue-archedieavens.where'er My pinion sought^*toam^ ' , v . ~~ . No sweets I'd find like lJngenn£;n<3ftr The long lost one's at home.- :. THE CRICKErEirS SONG. -:'' ' Am~" A wet sheet and a flowing sea." ' : A smooth sward and balmyisky,,....-. -■'• ■• - A bowler swift.and ftue, :; .■•..•: ~; ; ■■ ;; .. ,;; . Whose " sliootevs" all our courage try, Aswewieldtlie^willb^ahdyew. As we weild the willow and'yew, brave boys, And " drive" ftoiAthe phpulder free, . ; And the " leathei-b-unters'^nt and blow, . And the "ins" are iri utmost glee I And the " ins" are in their glee,l The "ins" are in their glee,, ■[,-■,'-, : ' As the "leather-hunters'' pant and blow, . At a "drive" from the shoulder free! ~ Oh! for aMI pitch, slrAight'and! slow,' ; I hear some novice cry ! N ;.: But the cricketer love? the volleying "twast/V; That will all his science try,. ... For his " bails'' will surely fly, brave boy% If he " swipe" with graceful swing; • . Better to " block" with watchful eye, ' For it twists like a living thing. - . It twists like a living thing, It twists like a living thing ;-— Tlie wisest will fall to a d'apgeroua ball, That twists like a living thing. 'Tis the king of Anglo-Saxon games— . The type of our strength confessed; Where the charms of" perils bravely dared' Inspires each manly breast! Inspires each manly breast, brave boys, As we scorn the pain and the toil,. And meet each chance of bat or ball With an ever-cheerful smile! With ever-cheerful smile, With ever-cheerful smile— ~. We meet each chance of bat and ball With ever-cheerful smile! - ~-The Field. .. / , ' • J.iH. G.

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Hononga pūmau ki tēnei tūemi

https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/TC18600217.2.17

Bibliographic details
Ngā taipitopito pukapuka

Colonist, Volume III, Issue 243, 17 February 1860, Page 4

Word count
Tapeke kupu
311

Original and Select Posters. Colonist, Volume III, Issue 243, 17 February 1860, Page 4

Original and Select Posters. Colonist, Volume III, Issue 243, 17 February 1860, Page 4

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