Akaroa Mail and Banks Peninsula Advertiser, Volume 4, Issue 362, 9 January 1880, Page 3
(From th e Saturday Advertiser.) Lambton Kay, Wel X j NGTON) December 27 th. Pon meconshj nge] when the news o' the ruckshions at Tin, nru ra iched me offis on Lambton Kay, I wab tundhersthruck, so I was ; for in these quiet times it's refreshin' to hear ay a nate shindy. Be the hokey poker, I was only sorry that I wasn't on the scene avackshun, for Ustchune you and. me I'm gettin' blue mouldy r*o r wan t ay a baitin', so I am. Ton me sow.j I was disgusted to hear that the peelers l-ntherfered and spiled the sport. Bad lucli to thim, they're always comin' where they're not wanted. Sure, ay the boys wanted to imitate the deeds ay their glorious anca. s thors, why shouldn't they be allowed to fjave it out wid one another in paice widou?t those blackguard bobbies intherfairin'.j Faix, it's illigant sport braikin' one another's heads just for fun. Lavin' King Billy an' King Shamus altogether out o' thfe question,
I think, as a matther of principle, men should be allowed to amuso thimsilves now an' agin, by way of ricrayashun. It's a mighty fine thing whin a man grows ould to be able to show the wounds an' scars that he recayved in the wars, an' to be able to hand them down to his ancestors and posterity in gineral. I wan sorry to find that the opposin' armies wor so unequally divided, an' small thanks to King James's forces for baiting such a mere handful o' the inimy. Is there any thruth in the rumour that'« raiched Willington, to the effect that Inspector Mallard, ay your city, has cautioned the fruitherers ay Dunaidin against displayin' oranges and apples in the windows, as they might tind to provoke a braich of the paice? Those bobbies ought to mind their own business, so they ought. I've sthruck off the followin' pome to immortalise The Saige 0 Timaru, i In anshint ages, whin Homer's pages, Gave all the stages o' the Saige o' Throy; When false Queen Helen, wid bosom swellin', In love, sure, fell in wid the Throjan boy; The wars were gory, for death or glory, So runs the story, they millions slew. But sure 'twas play, boys, unlike the fray, boys, The other day, boys, at Timaru. ii. The grand diricthers ay the Orange Victhois (Ye've seen the picthers ay King Billy's horse). Addhressed the brith'rin :—" We'll have a gith'rin, An' bouldly march out, brave boys, in force, Wid lovely sashes and soords that flashes, We'll cut fine dashes, in full review ; We'll have an airin', wid banners rairin', All dangers darin' through Timaru." in. Ocb, blur-an-ouns, boys, it wint the rounds, boys, Wid shouts an' bounds, boys, aitch bayro, green, From glin an' nook, a-round be Tiinuka, Prepared to march to the battle scene ; Aitch Mick or Pat, he brought stick or bat he Got at Waimate—yer sowls, hurroo!— Thin marchin' proudly, an' yellin loudly, The boys assimbled in Timaru. iv. The grand paradins, an' the fine procaidins Ay the Orange hayros was the battle sign; No word they utthered, but King Billy flutthered On yallow banners along the line. Prepared for slaughter, they played " Boyne Wather," Och, mailie-murther an pillill-u-u, King James' throops, boys, wid yells an' whoops, boys, Rushed up in groups, boys, at Timaru. v. They formed a square, boys, in front an' rair, boys, Begog 'twas quare, boys, to see thim stand; An' one bould head-man, wid hair so red, man, Got up an' sed, man, unto his band : " Look here, be jabers, me dacint naybors, Ther soords an' sabres will niver do, It's no use talkin', we'll stop their walkin', Ther colour-hawkin' through Timaru."
A bould Cromwellan, of powdher smellin', Wid fury swellin', dhrew forth his blade, An' swore he'd skiver the " Papish " liver That daar'd to stop him on his grand parade ; A black Sir Knight, boys, prepared to fight, boys, 'Gainst green an' white, boys, for red an' blue, He'd stand alone, boys, an' guard the throne, boys, So bould, luavrone, boys, at Timaru. VII. The P<e!'T sqnadhron (they're always hi'iiii-iin') Wid r»i.i iiil'oiueiuents uann <>n the ground; Inspector Pimliier, that l>otild deliudher, Look'd mighty tierce, boys, as lie gallop'd round. Ses he: —" Be quiet, don't raise a riot, For I defy ye to mischief brew ; Don't raise our ire, or.we'll have to fire, So plaise retire from Timaru." VIII. The divil a harm he done to the army, King James* forces began to dodge ; King William's laygion, wid the battle raygin' Inthrinched their squadhrons beyant the lodge; The forces sundhered, an' the cannons tundhered, An' the people wondhered, as the bullets Hew, In imaginashun and disperashun, For ricrayashun at Timaru. IX. Och, the wounds au' bruises, me gintle muses Bedad refuses for to indite. The deeds so famous, done for King Shamus, An' how his army won in the fight; They're crown'd wid glory in fame's bright story, The kilt an' wounded an' the slain an' slew, Will live for ages in histh'ry's pages, Whilst battle rages at Timaru. PADDY MURPHY.