THE MINSTREL. SO I'M TOULD.

Waikato Times, Volume X, Issue 611, 20 April 1876, Page 3

THE MINSTREL. SO I'M TOULD.

k MOVIKCIIL LAMIKTITIOK. •{■By an old JProvittcUtl Servant^) Ooh, faix., we're goia' to the wall, What will we do at all, at all, The Provinces will surely fall. And we'll be in the could. At coorse, I mane, when I say toe, Sir George, an' Mac, an' Fitz, at* me. An' all the Supers, d%ye«see— Bagorra, ao I'm tould ! 3. wint to Hear Sir Jool.yui spout, An' 'pon me sowl, without a doubt, •Be gog, he bates us out an' out, So brazen an' so bould. When he wa» lavin' home, 'tis known, Ht wint and kilted the Blarney stone, At Blarney Cattle, where 'tit grown— Begorra, so I'm tould I The ourse o' Orammull on the hour We put the varoaint into power, Och, boyi, it makei my timper soar To think how we're been sould* He sm New Zayland will bt grata, By making it one moighty State, The Blackguard's full of rain cenoaite — Begerra, so Tax tould ! He'd put aitch Buper out of place, And rob aitch Spaker of his mac*, (Ooh, whin I think on lion disgrace, Me timper I can't hould. On winther nights where will we g« To ipind an hour, I'd like to know, For Oonncil blasts no more will blow-* Begorra, to I'm tould i But rtthribution'i clone at hand, "Wid soords an' muikats we will stand j Aitoh man in our Provincial band Is cast in honor's mowld. "Well not submit to ayquil rights, W« want our own Prorinoial fights, And (Jowxoil g*s on winther nights— Befurra, so I'm touid.