BEAUTIFUL BLOW

Temuka Leader, Issue 271, 20 July 1880, Page 2

BEAUTIFUL BLOW

Oil! the blow, the beautiful blow, Fillin' the Houses, above and bolew, Talkin' m»re bosh thin the boya in tha-" sthreet, Humbug so arrant, an' blarney so sweet ; Skitin', fightin, grownu' along ; Beautiful blow, it can do no wrong, Plinty o' yabber an' plinty o' cheek,, Pickins to" get, boys, and billets to seek ;. Beautiful blow, the report.iers, above, Measure the gas, —'tis a labour o' love Oh ! the blow, the beautiful blow, Why arj the mimbers all blath.-rin' so ? Why don't the boys get the bizincss clone ?- ' It's over a month since the session begun ; Laughin', talkin' lie upon lie, Telliu' aitch crammer, that's all in me eye, Faix, don't the boys like to hear ther tongues sound, Fu'.l up wid prid? an' concait I'll be bound; Our city Is dead till the- sission, ye-know, Commences, an' thin we have beautiful blow Och ! how the. ilecthors gulp down the ould Aitch mimber is singm' to gammon the throng, "Be jabers, me boys, for mo counthry Id die," . ~ Sure tha't on the hvstin's, aitch patlmot cry ; Bingin', singin', spoutin' they go g Darlints,.there's nothi:i' like bcautifnl blow Blow so tlmuisparint—begorra I sigh To think that New Zaylandliers arcn more fly ; Don't ye put thrust in their promises sweet. "Bosk" is ther. tixt whin together they meet.. Onced I put thrust in their blow—what a. Kailly I thought it as sound as a bellBell that the town-crier rings in the sthreet Bell that on. Sundays sounds lovely an sweet — , . Roarin', soarin', swearin they d die Before they'd be sould in the sweet buy an' buy, , - Given' the counthry ther heart an ther head, • It's quare, 'pon mesowl.how the people are led ; Tundher an,' turf, have I fallen so low, As onceel to be gulled be ther beautiful blow. Onced I would stare whin the beautiful blow .i-j Kern out av aitch candidate s mouth wict a flow ; Onced I would luk wid an innoumt face, Listenin' to boys whj wor -".utin a. place; ' u _. Rampin', ■>■-•: " > " : " "•"•' ','"" '• These are the thin,:- • ■ j;: Hall,

But now, tare-an'ountlwrs, tlxer's some o thini shy, Eor Ormond, m« honies, is gettin' too fly, I don't like to tell ye a saycrit I know, But Johnny's afraid av his beautiful blow. How sthrange it should be that this beautiful blow Should make the rale -work av the sission so slow; How sthrange it should be, "win aitch night conies again I'm forced for to listen, wid/ sorrow an' pain; _ s-' . Sneezin', wheezinvtessin', ochone; Wastin' ther gas an' ourinre mi.lion loan ; Though some o' the pubs in our Wellington town, I I'm tould be the landlords, scarce collar s brown / Tor nobblers, from those who are chaitin ■ us so, / ; Spindin'our money in beautiful blow. Railly I'm sick o' this baldherdash blow, ' Plinty o' yabber an' nothing to show, Bad luck to the day whin the Major went in » Murthrin' onr credit and miltin' our tin. Wbinin', pinin—"Boys, don't yc see, "We'd all be insolvents, sure, only for me," Paix, that is his sad lamintashun, I hear, ."We'rekilt, boys," he cries, "for we're down on the Beer ;" ? ~ Begorra, ye'd think, from his accints o' woe, That iverything's gone but the beautiful blow. PADDi MURPHY. [jtf.Z. " Publio Opinion."]