PREMIER JUBILEE SONG.

Grey River Argus, Volume LVII, Issue 9883, 22 January 1898, Page 4

PREMIER JUBILEE SONG.

The following Hong was composed by Mr George Bradley of Half Ounce, Qrey Valley, on the occasion of the Eight Hon R J Seddon's visit to the Home Country to tafce part ia the Diamond Jubilee Gelebratiou, and waa aung by the composer>t the banquet recently tendered te the Premier by the oltizens of Qrey» month and surrounding district. PRAYER. Oh, God guide and guard all those that roam, Guard and guide our Premier home ; Guide o'er our mighty main, To rule o'er us once again. Guard him back to New Zealand ; Rule him with thy Mighty hand j Watch o'er him where e'er he goes ; And banish all his bitter foes. AMEN. SONG. (Tune— Wearing of the Green.) Our Premier's landed right Honourable you know To celebrate the Jubilee ; Our Dick he had to go. And when he lands home again, He'll have lots to relate Of all the sights that he has seen, And how he rode in state. Chorus — Oh how he rode in state, He'll have lots to relate, Grand sights he has seen, There is no mistake. When our Premier was landed, They took him all around, And brought in their verdict, The like was nevej: found. Then they had a meeting, With Dick the head of all, N To go and kneel before the Queen, The head of them all. CHORUS— Oh ! the head of them all May he never fall, When he appeared before the Queen It was a Royal call. I hope my noble Richard, The Queen to Dick did say, May your life be a pleasure, While in England you stay. You are how classed to royalty, Through your natural life, And may the Lord guide you, And your loving wife, Chorus— Oh ! and your loving wife, Through this world of strife, May the Lord guide you, And your loving wife. And now he is Right Honourable, There isn't any doubt He's got ahead of him, I mean Sir Robert Stout. And well he deserves it, For loyal he has been, He has stuck to the poor man ; And knelt before the Queen. Chorus — Oh and knelt before the Queen It seems like a dream, To stick to the poor man, And kneel before the Queen. Then we have Guinnessi And O'Regan, Of the two we can boast, . They are like our noble Richard, They belong to the Coast. -They -have st»ck to their colours j In everything they haveliaid, And thanked our Richard, For leading them ahead. CHORUS — Oh, for leading them ahead, It is truth what I have said, They have thanked our Richard For leading them ahead. Where e'er our Premier landed, They shook him by the hand, And asked about New Zealand j And how did she stand. It's the best ruled country, That ever yet was known, And we can thank our Richard, That knelt before the throne. Chorus— Oh, that knelt before the Throne, And saw the Pope of Rome, We can thank our Richard, That's now landed home. They talk about the Rulers, We'll let them talk away, I say we have the champion Ruler of the day. What I read in the papers, All seems like a dream ; That our noble Richard Should kneel before the Queen. Chorus— Oh should kneel before the Queen It seems like a dream, That our noble Richard, Should appear before the Queen. And now he's got all he needs, The people's confidence, He'll go on aruling ; And we know he is no dunce. We'll leave most of it to him, He knows what he's about, He's not to call a lawyer, But he knows as much as Stout, Chorus— Oh he knows more than Stout There isn't any doubt He's not to call a lawyer, Eut he knows what he's about. Now our Premier has had to rough it ; Through the bush and mine, He's not always been a Lord Drinking stout and wine. He's been through the diggings, Right from the Waimea, And now he rales o'er us ; New Zealand's Premier. CHORUS— Oh New Zealand's Premier, The one we love so dear, And now he stands before us j New Zealand's Premier. And now its all over, The Jubilee I mean, We shall soon have cur Dick back That knelt before the Queen. And welcome we will make him, "With His royal shout, God bless our noble Dick, He's higher than Stout. CHORUS-^ Oh he's higher than Stout, ""There isn't any doubt, He's not to call a lawyer, But he knows what he's about. And now our Premier's landed back, And welcome to his home, On his tour through Italy, He saw the Pope of Rome. He's been to many places, Grand sights he has seen, He's not left a stone unturned, Since to the Pope he has been. Chorus — Oh to the Pope he has been, As well as the Queen He's not another stone to turn ; -*■ Since to the Pope he has been. When I meet our noble Richard, I will shake him by the hand, And ask about old Ireland, And how does she stand. I am glad to have to sing, To Ireland he has been, And he'll sing to us that good old song ; The Wearing of the Green. Chorus— Oh the Wearing of the Green To Ireland he has been, And he'll sing to us that good old Btr son g The Wearing of the Green.