MY RIVAL.
How I hate to see him there, With his haughty, well-bred air, At her tide. Looking with a scornful eye At poor me, as I walk by While they ride. Well I know he is not worth, Spite of all his pride of birth, Such a, favour ; And I think, as I advance, Of that calculating glance That he gave her. Lady dear, he cares for naught But the things winch may be bought With your pelf ; In his thoughts you have no part And hi-i cold and sluggish heart Bsats for self, Yet how glad I'd be and gay If you'd trent me in the way You treat him. 'Twould with heaven itself surround me, And the sad old world around vie Would grow dim. Ah, my lady, fair and sweet, Will you tell me when we meet If it's true That your heart has grown so small There is no room there at all For me too ? Did she answer no or yes ? She but gave him a caress, Quite a bug, And I stayed to see him courted For he is her fine, imported, English pug.
Permanent link to this item
Hononga pūmau ki tēnei tūemi
https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/WT18860109.2.49.1
Bibliographic details
Ngā taipitopito pukapuka
Waikato Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 2107, 9 January 1886, Page 2 (Supplement)
Word count
Tapeke kupu
191MY RIVAL. Waikato Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 2107, 9 January 1886, Page 2 (Supplement)
Using this item
Te whakamahi i tēnei tūemi
No known copyright (New Zealand)
To the best of the National Library of New Zealand’s knowledge, under New Zealand law, there is no copyright in this item in New Zealand.
You can copy this item, share it, and post it on a blog or website. It can be modified, remixed and built upon. It can be used commercially. If reproducing this item, it is helpful to include the source.
For further information please refer to the Copyright guide.
Log in