AN IDYL.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume XV, Issue 4887, 27 November 1894, Page 3

AN IDYL.

W - Call lPQrly in the morning, call rue early Marshall dear, For this will be the high old time of tho bloomin' year— Of all the hioomin 1 year my hoy I for I'll bctyou-'arf-a-crown That I'm to he Mayor of the town my boy, I'm to be Mayor of the town. There's many a pusliing chap about, but none with chock like mine, Pownall ain't in it with me, why doesn't he resign r Thcrc'9 none as cute as Kobert, there's none that's worth a broivn, And I'm to be Mayor of the town, my hoy, I'm to ho Mayor of the town. I'm fresh as any daisy upon the bloomin' grass, And I'll waltz in with my hands down, now I've" blown "on Heron's gas! }[ow the 'old folks will wonder to sec job wear the crown, Oh! I'm tobcMayorof the town,my hoy, I'm to be Mayor of the town. I was somewhat wild and wayward when Harknoss was about, But tho burgesses (the bloomin'fools) have forgotten that old shout, And now I shall go up as fast as prohibition beer went down, Yes, I'm to be Mayor of the town, my boy, I'm to be Mayor of the town. I'll play another game my hoy, when I'm tired of being Mayor, . ' And shown Heron and old Rcuall the way to run the chair, Oldßobwill stand for he is a riiling star, Bob will be M.H.K. some doy, Bob mustbeM.H.B. And the Umo is comiug yctmyboy, trftfiiyou will grin lo sec. ,■■ Your good old Bob a Itobert-a Kobcrt Tor be Knighted, I'll bet you'arf a crown, ' ~:,,, Whc'B"in"asM*ypr,myboy,"m; asJlayoroffhotown., ;j . \ '' ''"' ' 'R.Bmwbobk, :