PADDY BLAKE KNOCKIN' ROUND.

Waikato Times, Volume XIV, Issue 1205, 18 March 1880, Page 3

PADDY BLAKE KNOCKIN' ROUND.

Mr Idithor, faix I'm afeard you'll forgit That wan Paddy Blake is knockin' round yit ; Though rambling all round by railway boats, I winturc to sind you those walliby notes ! Sure I travilcd a sight since you heerd from me last, And now, be me sow], you must have all that passed — Be it plaizing to sura, or ithers make sore, They must have it from Pat, and that Moggalore. To your illigant paper I'm bchouldin' for nusc, For I chanced on it often while round on the cruse ; Whin I intcrcd the township I seen a grand square, Sure it's an illigant place for houldin' a fair ! I heerd it was liveled, and smooth as a plate, And an intrancc obtained through an illigant gate ; East Hamilton, surely, I thought was in luck, Till I seen it all open— and big mounds of muck ! Be the powers, thinks I, it looks moigty quare, Faix I'm sure it's no flat, though it may be a square ; And a square, I am tould, has all sides the same, But as to the flats there is some one to blame. Those public improvements, they looked mighty small, Whin I seen a big house called the Oddfellows' Hall,— With illigant pillars, and steps up in frunt, I seen all those sights on the way to the punt. Sure the punt was the crossin' whin I was here last, Whin I seen a grand bridge, as a cuttin' I passed ; I looked and I wondered, though out in the rain, And I followed the cuttin' till I kern to a chain. Be the powers, sis I to miself, here's a bar, 'Tis proud that I am I have no horse and car ; So under I crawl'd, thinking labtc sed is best, And stud on the bridge, bound for Hamilton West. Faix I didn't get far, when in wather I stud, And all over the bridge 'twas in wather and mud, — Wather and mud nearly up to my knees, The crossin 1 was dear, altho' shirking the fees. So I paddled away on this structure so grand, That the townspeople opened with an illigant band ; Sure with a few holes bored in the right spot, The flure would hould longer thout takin' the rot! When I travil the Burrow and see all the sights, And wiset the Council when sittin' of nights ; Thin I'll drop you a line, tellin' all that I heerd, For in spakin' the truth I was never afeard ! Paddy Blake.