THE LEGISLATIVE SPREE.

Temuka Leader, Issue 981, 22 July 1882, Page 3

THE LEGISLATIVE SPREE.

Och, blur-an-ages, wake 1110 Muse, an’ sing the grate ivint, Consarnin’ all those hayroes bould—the boys av Pavlimint — Who shook the dust o’ Willington from off their feet so free, An’ started down to Christchurch on a legislative spree. The boys wor at their jewties in the House whin up arose A r.oble South’rin sinator who coughed an’ blew his nose, An’ turnin’ to the Spaiker’s chair he spoke. an’ thin scs he — “ Ooh, ar ye plaise, sir, can we have a legislative spree ?” “ I’ve not the laist objection,” ses Sir Maurice, wid a smile, “ Sure ye can go away, me boys, just for a little while.” “ Hurroo, hurroo!” cries Miether Brown—l don’t mane our Jay See — But that bold boy called Yankee Brown, the laidher 0' the spree. The boys packed their portmanteys up an thin prepared to go Across the foamin’ billows wild aboord the Hinoymo ; She sailed away without delay, wid white sails flowin’ free, An’ steamin’ proud she took the crowd to Christchurch for a spree. Och, tare-an’-ounthers, boys asthore, I can’t describe the scene, Bor ne’er before upon that shore sich lovely sights had been; It bangs description, ’pon me sowl, ’twould do ye good to sea The noble lihibition, an’ the legislative spree. The boys wint through the palace high iscortod be the Mayor With goolden collar, followed ha the great Monshure Jewbare, An’ Misthor Tupinny his mat®, as bould as bould could bo, Describin’ the exhibits at the legislative spree* They saw the arml«s lady who plays ouchre wid her toes, They also saw th® larmd pig read English wid his nose ; They saw th® mighty Blondin mount upon a high thraphee, A jumpin’ an’ a swingin’ at the legislative spree. Bedad I haven’t space to tell th* sights that met their gaze, An’ all the polytishuns’ ®yes were opened wid amase, While gaxin’ at the wondhers M.H.R. an’ M.L.C. Declaimed “ Its illegant, bedad, this legislative spree.” An’ in the night, och sich a sight was never seen bafors, The tables groaned, avick mavronc, wid aitables galore ; Pork sassages an’ Irish stew, stowed thripe an frigasee, Biled fowls an’ roast, an tay an’ toast, were ready at the spree. The bankit was the grandest feed since Alixanders’s faist, An’ whin aitch boy got his dissert aitoh member took a taste O’ moutain jew. The talk began : “Ma foi, pardonnez me. Ze Ixiqishong’s giawng,” ses Monshure Jewbare at the spree. Och, darlints, then the blarney sweet around the table ran, They toasted one another round like praties in a pan, The flood o’ iloquence that flowed from grate Mongomeree Swept o’er the festive boord an’ plaised the numbers at the spree. Taix I’m unable to ixpress me feelin’s, or to sing The praises o’ the gintlemin who got us on a stirring ; Our sowla are filled with gratitude, our hearts are full o’ glee, To Tupinny an’ Jewbare for our legislative spree. An’ whin we sailed away agin, I niver saw such sights. The port 0’ Lyttelton was lit wid grand ilicthors lights. Be way o’ compliment to us, an’ to our policee, The Naval Band took up a stand an’ played 1 us off the spree.

An* now we’re back agin once more (for ivery joy must pa-s) (We’vo no ilicthors lights as yet) to manufacture gas, Aitch atmospheric bag has got fresh wind to blow so free, We’ve picked up new idays, me boys, while out upon the spree. Paddy Mxjuphy. Lamb ton Kay, Wellington, 7th July, 1882.