The Musician.

Waikato Times, Volume XXIII, Issue 1902, 13 September 1884, Page 6

The Musician.

The musician bold is a crotchety cuss, A mixture o£ smiles and tears, Andante says he's been growing worse For over a score of years. The genius travels everywhere, From North to the sunny South ; And 0 when he sings, he renders the air Till you'd wish he'd schottische mouth The musician's wife is a source of wo, For she's always Wagner tongue ; And he sweara that a woman half solo From Adam there never sprung. And he cries, " Now Liszt to what I say," While his voice with rage did quaver ; " I'll thrash her well with a stave some day, And I'll give her a rest forever." The musician bold can never change The tenor of his ways ; He's altogether a thing too strange To paint in a poet's lays. Yet 0 he Handels the answering keys With a master's wondrous art, And he pours a stream of melodies That Flotow the listener's heart. Good Gluck attend tho musician bold Whenever his footsteps stray I May his pockets be filled with bars of gold Whene'er he has notes to pay ! With oyster Paitis aud every kind Of dainties may he be ble3t ! And to buy a cigar may he always find A Nieolini's vest ; The musician bold, may his days be lone;, And his nights be free from wo 1 May he scale to the very heavens' of song, Where an Antjell will Bossim's bow ! His beer to buy when his throat is dry, I've Verdi has lots of pelf : I hope *fcis so,for, 'fcwixt you and I, I ad Meyerbeer myself 1