A-MOKE-HE-KNEW-YE LEGEND.

Westport Times, Volume VII, Issue 1068, 2 May 1873, Page 4

A-MOKE-HE-KNEW-YE LEGEND.

Jest listen a bit if news ure arter, Vile hi describes a hawful disarster— About a certing Smith, or Brown, or Jones, Or may be Robinson—but the name he owns It doesn't matter—ln art rendin tones J'll tell a tale will harrow yure bones; .li-st lis'en:— My covey vnnce in a gale vos caught, A nd from his bote vashed by a vave But the ferryman base he kep avay And would not rase is and to save, Wheerby in indignashun ee— I mean the hero of this historee— J">'d unto the papers rite, And in pitcheus vurds discribed is plight, A nd the base ferryman's crueltee. But the man wot gaily fethered his ore, ] le ad bin to skule before Leastways wun hof is frends could rite And he hup and sed in print dy'e see, That his frend the disarster didn't sea, Or doutles he wood hav rendered 'elp, Then statid sumthin of Wang the miller; And " Kappa " the raskal sined imself. We liv in a barberus age we du, If that savig Kappa is amung the free What is to bekum of U and me, If we in botes go on the sea. 1 dremt last nite I was in town, And Kappa's trial went to see. Wen my covey went into the witnes box, Went thru the form, and thus he swore Heed speek the truth—nuthin but the

truth, From this time forward and for evermore. He swore by burth he was a gentleman, Had settled in a deserted town, Had taken up a deserted cole mine, And showed the natives how to walk round, He bort a ship, was captin of her. Ad shipped as krew, 2 gallant arts. Intended to take is cole to Ireland And menny other forren parts. He sailed away, breeze in is favor, And for the Moke-he-knew-ye run. E put is krew thru there exercises, Took out is instruments and took the sun, Pound the burometer was rising rapidly And hordered is krew to take in sale, He hordered the steersman to port is elm, And run before the sow west gale. He maid the Moke-he-knew-ye entrance, Wen it kame on to bio a gale, He hordered the helmsman to luff her up, And bordered the krew to krowd on sale. E hordered the helmsman to keep her luffin Or helse heed sure to prove a wrek, Just at that moment a big sea struck im And washed im off the quarter dek. E brested the billers like a wale Par trom his cru and trusti bote, Sum of the brine went on is tale, Sum of the brine went down is throte. E kum up wonce or twice 2 blow, Then tride is gallant krew to ale, Sum more of the brine went down his

throte, Sum more of the brine went on is tale. Is gallant krew bore down upon im, E scrambled up is vessels side, Stood wunce more on is quarter deck, All over wet but still alive. He saw his ship was goiu to founder, The sees was breakin over the dek, He fired a gun and sent up rokets, And other signals of distress. Kood swear in answer to the signals He saw the prisoner on the beach appear, And saw im dance a yankee break down, And hered im give 3 hearty cheers. Kood swear he saw im hurry home. And hoist is hensign to the breeze, And a shout of tryumph wild and lowd, lieverberrated amung the trees. Kood swear E htrd from were they floated, demonaik shouts of jubelee, Such as mite kum from hostile Haw Haws. His vessel drifted into soundins, They all gou hout and went ashore, Rum of the kargo flotid downwurds, Kompozed of iron and other stores. E landed first a pitiful outkast, Then looked round for is gallant krew, They were just behind him to retched kast-

aways. E kounted them and E found them 2, 2 braver seamen he never saw, 2 bolder arts was never born, They'd follow im wherever he led. Thru fire and mud and see and storm. A kronommitter watch and a kommanders uniform, Thru the prisoners grate neglect, Besides a kumpass and a kutless, Sunk to the bottum amung the wrek. Heed nuthin now to navigate with, The burmetter was at deep sea level, Also a map of the German Ocean, A kode of signells and a meddle. Tho trubled with sore h agony, Kood swear E herd feeendish lafter, As E went by the prisoners place, In hellish korus the voises laffed, High tenner one the 'tother base. Kood swear E saw the laffers fases, Has by the prisoners place E ran, A female wun, yes, and a mail wun, Kood swear the mail one was a man, E ad a beerd, was fair komplexion, E wore a kote E saw the tail, E wore 2 boots a pair of trowsers, Thats ow E new E was a mail. Kood swear that Mail to be the prisoner, Who in kumpany with is ired man Krossed the river. One ad a kandle, The other a lantern in is and. They went a long to surch for plunder That washed ashore from the doomed ship ; And yelled in triumph as they picked up

iron, And run away in the bush to plant it. Says the Jug diskribe them yells You statid that the prisonervlet Wen you was in the briny ocean, A wen he saw yure ship a rek. Witnes drue a breth of long durashun, And a feerful yell bust from is lungs Such as kum from rangers Konnaught Wen a forren foe they dash amung; The men in kort shrceked out with terror, The juges wig stood bolt uprite, The krown proseykutor who had been asleep Woke up with an awful frite, A seen of wild confushun followed, Sum for elp did loudly shout, Men tumbled over wun anuther Tn there cfurts to get out, I woke -up to and maid frantik efforts, To dislodge sum feller frum my chest, Pound 'twas my large domestik torn kat Ad lade im ther to tako is rest, Heed bin out huntin rats and robins l'igoons kaw kaws and other birds, And thru is makin a bed of me, I ad a dreem—them are the vrurds. J.D. Little Wanganui.