ODE TO SIR JULIUS VOGEL.

Temuka Leader, Issue 1218, 16 August 1884, Page 3

ODE TO SIR JULIUS VOGEL.

Our representatives in Wellington employ their time now in writing verses, of which the fallowing is an excellent sample : Sir Julius now what will you do, The Guvverner has sent for you, You've got some toughish work 'tis true — A wirra sthru a wirra. How can you get together here ' A party pow'rful and sincere : To suit your book, you clever dear — _ A wirra sthru a wirra. The House has plenty new chums now Prepared to any 2nd to how, To sarve their counthry anyhow— A wirra sthru a wirra. A little butther plaster'd round, Where gushin' greenhorns do abound, May help you much the coasht to sound, A wirra sthru a wirra. Shtiek hard and fast to Bobby Of talkin'rot ha'il take u Luut, Tin Majors thin can't turn v ? out.. A wirra sthru a wirra. Don't bava too many Southern min About the Ministarial din, The harm they'd work ye dinnakin, A wirra sthru a wirra. Begora, I'm afraid to say How many you should dhrive away, Wid ould Sir George to take their tay, A wirra sthru a wirra. Muntgummery could bile the pot, To intertain the hungry lot, And give ould Mac a thrifle hot, A wirra sthru a wirra. Keep Steward danglin' on a sthring, His praises mildly, sweetly sing ; Tell Wakefield, some day he'll be king, A wirra sthru a wirra. Jack Holmes, and Richardson and Hirst, Are sufferin' wid a playsin' thirst, I fear they're gettin' on the burst A wirra sthru a wirra. Keep always shkinned yer weather eye Upon the host of smaller fry, Take care of Hatch, he's very « fly," A wirra sthru a wirra. Thin hoist yer flag at any rate, An' go to work, you can't, be bate, Msnewverin' the ship of Shtate, A wirra sthru a wirra. Be careful to avoid a loss, Tbou sapient sagashus boss, Ould Rowlinshtone may gather Moss, A wirra sthru a wirra. The Major an' his tussock ring, Are paying chaps bad ink to shling, They're all quite ready for a shpring, _ A wirra sthru a wirra. Don't yield to any man an inch, But hould on to the Threas'ry binch, Let no man shift you but Judge Lynch— A wirra sthru a wirra. The divil shweep the man at all Can give yer apple cart a fall, You need not fear ould Johny Hall— A wirra sthru a wirra. They say the counthry's deep in debt, All through the Major and his set, But you can plunge it deeper yet, A wirra sthru a wirra. With poverty I'm sthruck ocbone, Let's have a forty million loan, We all can worry at the bone, A wirra sthru a wirra. Quick, pull the sthring?, hey! presto, hi! And let the borrow'd money flv, Have one more flutter ere we die. A wirra athru a wirra. Tim Dooian. Tin o' Curry Road, Willin'ton.