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Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume XLII, Issue 7378, 3 February 1902, Page 4

THE PRIME MINISTERS AND THE CORONATION.

(Australasian.)

••' I see," sez Dooley, " that the Prime Minister and the Praymiers is all to be invited to the coronation ceremony. Well, let thiin go, and good luck to thim ; the colonies need all the advertisement they can get. They can be spared for the trifle ay time they'll be absint. Though Paycock may go, Victoria will still have its Trenwit', and if Barton takes a holiday, Sir Philip Fysh is spared to us. As for the Praymiers, 'tis the one chanst ay their lives, and they'll go iviry wan ay thim, in new suits ay Windsor mixture. But what I don't like to see is the way that wan or two ay thim is sniffin' at the invite, like a hungry greyhound at a leg of lamb ; trying to make out that he was used to something much more delicate, and doesn't know whether he'll take it or not, because Big Dick, the British bull-dog of New Zealand, has a bigger wan. Is it for the likes ay thim to be turning up their noses at a Eoyal invitation ? . Sure, it's not long since iviry wan of thim was firoud whin the bank manager's wife recognised him. I just wrut down what I thought of it on a blank leaf ay me day-book : — Have yez heard of the powerful shevoo ?

Whooroo ! The Praymiers is all goin 1 to, 'Tis throo. There is Barton, and Seddon, and Paycook, and See, Wid Pbilp, too, an' Lewis, and Jenkins, and he Who may happen the W. A. Praymier to be, All goin' to the Boyal ahevoo. Whooroo 1 Did yez hear of the side they are showin', They are? Too big for their boot 3 they are growin', Be gar 1 'Twas thrimblin' they was that they'd git

no invite ; But now they are told it is comin' all right 'Tis bigger they are than the Prince, a dam

sight. Oh, 'tis lashin's of side they are showin',

Be gar ! They is wonders is Jenkins and' See, John See ; An' 'tis powerful quare names they be, Moind me. They are olane off their heads and they

wish to dictate The turrms upon which they will lind their great weight | To the function of crownin' the head of the state, Quite spoilt widout Jeckins 'twould be, | And See. " We'll be trated as Boyal," sez they, "Army way, An* the King oar ixpinsis must pay Each day. At the md of the night, whin we seek our repose We must each have a flunkey to take off our clo'es, Or we might go to bed wid our boots on, who knows ? Or perhaps lade each other astray. Hooray I " We enter our humble protest. Ezprest In wnrrds that come straight from the chest,

No guest Mast walk befure us, let alone Bouncin' Diok, If he times it, be hivins we'll fetch him a liok That will make iviry hill in New Zaland feel sick ; Bo jabers, we'll all walk abreast Fall dresßed i"