Original Poetry.

Marlborough Express, Volume III, Issue 136, 19 September 1868, Page 6

Original Poetry.

SONG !—TO THE BREACH ! ! Aik— “ To the West.” To the Breach, to the Breach, where they are toiling in vain, [plain ; To prevent the fierce water from sweeping the There they’re all so busy in cutting a drain, And fancy the floods will ne’er washout our grain. Their intention’s to join the two streams by this drain, [of rain ; Which will o’erflow its banks with a slight fall And the Opawa’s to say to the VVairau some day, “ Come pray, take your share, I’ve too much in the way.” Now this is all humbug, most of you ’ll allow, And with the Committee we’ll have a fine row ; When their great works completed, they’ll come for the dust, [bust. But before I’ll give any, why I’ll see them all Such meetings they had, which all ended in smoke, [stroke, Though some of them gammoned to do a great Committees were formed and appointed to act, But all were deficient in wisdom or tact.

Now the great men of Blenheim resolved that they would. If possible, save their dear town from the flood ; So they hit on the plan I have told you about, Which no doubt was suggested by some stupid lout. Oh ! oh ! said they, we will carry the day, What care we for the farmers, or what they may say; Besides, we have got greater interests at stake, And if the water’s not stopped, we shall certainly break. So the Blenheimites browbeat the poor farmers quite,— Its a wonder to me that there WcS not a fight; For one wanted this, and another wanted that, Whilst others were shouting, “ Now mind what you are at.” The farmers were greatly incensed at their cheek, And threatened to make them all visit the beak; If they damaged their crops by cutting this drain, [grain. Why they all might look out for the growers of Then we’ll have no more humbug, we’ll join in a band, [land; And stop out the flood from o’erwhelming the We will raise a good sum, and go rightly to work, And until we can stop it, we never will shirk. To the Breach, to the Breach, then let us away, With our pick and our shovel, our waggon and dray, We all are in earnest—we are staunch to a man, And we’ll drive back the water if any men can. Spring Creek, Sept. 15th, 1868. T. D.