ORIGINAL POETRY.
BANGLE’S REPORT RE MILFORD. ,
Hurrah, Mister Editor, I takes up my pen To write yes a song ave the thimes ; Me birthplace, ’tis needless to tell yes, Is that “ acadian Tilliage ” of Thine ; But hearing yes might get a horbour, I thought Tele come here fur a change ; Be gorrah, instead of a horbour, Yer getting additional troiues. Well, being a bit arc a rover, I just picked up me swag fur a trip To that sweat little city of wonders, Timaru, faix I’le niver forget. Och, shore ’tis a nate little township, Old fogies T tell yes fur thrue There isen’t a place that’s worth mintion Beyont their own sweat Timaru. Ah shure what a day I was having, Belave me the wonders I saw Put me out ave conceite with Temuka— Even Milford I thought was a myth ; But when I got tired ave the city, The horbour I thought I would see, And judge if it was as remarkable And unsafe as reported to be. Thin I axed a saphleen where the horbour was—’Twould have done yer eyes good fur to see How that saphleen’s phiz slowly lengthened As he took a wild look all round me. Shure then in a voice two notes higher, Set to an unnatural kay, He shrieked in the shrillest of trebles, “ The horbour is still out at say.” When I dropped on the place where it ought to be, Be jabers ’twas shurly the ease. Fur instead of a horbour I found, sir, The ships haden’t nairey a place. Shure folley has gained maney thropheys (Asking pardon fur the liberty I take), Be the powers, sir, I think that her last one Was fixed here for the water to brake. Shure I felt as I strolled along the coneriet Like that mariner ancient and sear, That we tempted the ire of “ oceanus” Fur his sport to be building moles here, When nature had kindly intinded That Milford a horven should be, Wid about half the money expinded, In all weathers secure from the sea. Sir, for this report I’de not charge yes, Hot a thy the for the thruth can be owed, Would that some truth could be said, sir, Ave the report ave his honour Sir J. Code. But whin in the glorious future Temuka, now under a cloud, Shall emerge from her chylisise form, sir, And of Milford her harbour be proud. ' Devoted Bangles. Temuka, June 14,1878.
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Temuka Leader, Volume 2, Issue 156, 21 June 1879, Page 2
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