THE HEATHEN CHINEE : A MEDLEY.

Tuapeka Times, Volume III, Issue 189, 21 September 1871, Page 7

THE HEATHEN CHINEE : A MEDLEY.

- |The following clever medley was written by Mr. J. Cleminßon, Waipori, and sung by him at a concert recently given at that place : —

Air-"Tkt Slave." I had a dream, a happy dream, This land a home would give ; . ■ A vision only it would seem, For I can scarcely live. And every day 'tia getting wone, No better will it \>e, If Government don't send this cane „ And nuisar.ce John Chinee •- *' To where we get our tea. They must go, they must go, They must go to Hong Kong, d'ye see. Air — " Widow Machree." Oh ! Johnny Chinee why don't you go home, Ochone, Johnny Chinee ; Sure your heathenish heart must be v hard as a stone,. Ochone, Johnny Chinee. Would you see us all starve? Yet 'tis what we desarve For letting you carve This fine country ; Sure I think you are right, But we'll give you a fight, Ochone, Johnny Chinee. Air — " Tommy JDodd." No matter where I go to look, To find a bit of gold, Places which I once torsook In the palmy days- of old, But sure I'd find them upside down, Or some one in them then — Of course you might bet ten to one ~ 'Twas the blessed Chinamen. You're sure to see where e'er you go Up on the hills or creeks below, Chinamen, Chinamen ; In billiard rooms or bagatelle, Chinamen, Chinamen ; And my sweetheart at the hotel Sticks up to Chinamen. " Air-" Sister Mary." They are coming here by hundreds, 'Twill be thousands by-and-bye. Through Government's great blunders This land they will destroy ; And they are getting all the gold That's in the country. Arid laugh at us— the diggers sold, Who are in penury. They «»re -coming, coming, coming, 'Twill be millions by-and-bye, Like swarms of bees a-huininiug They are in Waipor— i. Mr— "John Anderson." John Chinaman must go now To bis celestial home, For if he don'i, there'll be a row, And tails cut off, ochone. Dreadful tales they'll have' to tell How they were served out here, JJy the barbarians who dwell * In the Southern Hemisphere. Air — "Jolvnny goes marcldng." When Yogel brings the million loan,

Hurrah ! hurrah ! We'll pay their passages back home,

Hurrah ! hurrah I No matter what the press may say, In some shape we shall have to pay, And dangerous for us delay — They'll swallow the million loan.