MISTHER SAUNDHERS.

Temuka Leader, Issue 312, 2 November 1880, Page 2

MISTHER SAUNDHERS.

Och faix I'm glad, I am, bedad, Ther's joy throughout the nation, Begorrasure the counthry's cure Is now Raypudiashun j The fools who pay their debta away, Are only geese an gandhers j We've got the cue now what to do, From honest Misther Saundhera;

Avick, mavrone ! New Zayland'a loan In future will not tuiae ua, For whin we owe a bill, ye know, ■ Our tailor thriea to plaise.us i But whin 'tis paid, his ismites all

fade, No more he shiirks and pandhera ; It's daceut yet to live in debt, For so aes Misther Saundhers

Whin England lint the thrifle spint In Pailways an' in Bridges, We sint our thanks through all the, Banks, We niver thiiu begridges For thanks are chaip, we've got a hnip To give away ; 'tis slandhers To hint that we're in d ibt ye Bee; I'm right—Eh ! Mishter Saundhers,

The cash we got, in fact was not A loan sint o'ver the wather ; 'Twas jist a gift, a loving lift Britannia gave her daughter ;. It's not the same as if it came From Jarmany or Flandhers ; Our English kin won't miss the tin ; I'm light—Eh, Misther Saundhers ?

Begog, I state, R typudiate, Must be our cry nixfc Sission, Our debts may go to Jericho ; We'll send a new Commission To Father Thames to thry the claima Of those who say we squandhers Tlieir money spint; an' Prisidint We'll make of Misther Saundhers.

Sure, he's the lad, he is, bedad, To do just as he's tould, boys ; He takes the cue an' thries to do His jewty, brave an bould, boya . His Railway fame has raised hi a name Wid all the grate Oommandhers Who rule the roast an' laid the host Av Tories sich as Saundhers

Me tchuneful muse, now don't refuse, To sing an' chant his story, Wid soag inspire me noble liar To sound our Saundhera' glory j M.-iy I an' you take dolorou, Or gout, or yallow jaundhers, When we forget the Tories' pet, The mighty Misther Saundhers. PADDY MURPHY.

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