ODE TO SIR JULIUS YOGEL.

Inangahua Times, Volume IX, Issue 1453, 6 October 1884, Page 3

ODE TO SIR JULIUS YOGEL.

♦ , The following clever verses, which appeir in a Timaru paper, were composed irn >romptu at a social gathering of 3 t eiuWs and their friends at Wellington last week : — Sir Julius now what will you <10. The Guvverner has sent for you, You've got some toughish work 'tisthrue — A wirra stliru a wina. ■How can you together here A party pow'rful and sincere To suit your book yon clever rlaai' — A wirra stliru a wirra. The House has plenty new chutn3 now Prepared to any god tn how, To starve their counthry anyhow — A wirra slhrti a wirra. A little butther plastherV round, Where gushin' graeiihorus do abound. May help you much the coa^ht to sound, A wirra sfhru a wirra. Shtick hard and fast to Bobby Shtout, ■Of tiilkin* rot he'll take a bout, Tin Majors thin can't turn yez out. A wirni sthru a wirra. Don't have too many Southern mil* About the Miuistarial din, The harm they'd work ye dtnna kin, A wirra sthru a wirra. Begora, I'm afraid to say How many you should dhrive away, Wid ould Sir George to take thei • tay, A wirra sthru a wirra Muntgummery could bile the pot, To entertain the hungry lot, And give ould Mac a trifle hot, A wirra sthru a wirra. Keep Steward danglin' on a sthring, His praises mildly, sweetly sing ; Tell Wakefield, some day he'll be kins, j A wirra sthru a wirra. I •Jack Holmes, and Richardson and Hirst, Are sufferin' wid a playsin' thirst, I fear they're gettin 1 on the burst A wirra sthru a wirra. Keep always shkinned yer weather eye Upon the host of smaller fry, Take care of Hatch he's very %< fly " A wirra sthru a wirra. Thin hoist yer flag at any rate, An' go to work, you can't be bate, Manewverin' the ship of Shtate, A wirra sthru a wirra. Be careful to avoid a loss, Thou sapient sagashus boss, Ould Rowlinshtone may gather Moss, A wirra sthru a wirra. The Major an' his tussock ring Are paying chap 3 bad ink to shling, They're all quite ready for ashprin?, i A wirra athru a wirra. ' Don't yield to any man an inch. But hould on to the Threas'ry binch. Let no man shift you but Judge Lynch — A wirra sthru a wirra. The divil ah weep the man at all Can give yer apple cart a fall, You need not fear ould Johny Hail — A wirra sthru a wirra. , They say the country's deep in debt, All through the Major and his set. But you can plunge it deeper yet, , A wirra sthru a wirra. Wid poverty I'm sthruck ochone, Let's have a forty million -loan, We all can worry at the bone, A wirra sthru a wirra. Quick, pull the s+hrings, hey ! presto, hi ! And let the boriow'd money fly, Have one more flutther ere we die. A wirra sthru a wirra. TIM DOOLAN. j Tin o' Curry Road, Williii'ton. i