A SANG BY AN AULD IDENTITY.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume I, Issue 197, 22 October 1866, Page 3

A SANG BY AN AULD IDENTITY.

(From the Otago Daily Times.) There's nought but tax on ilka han', In-ilka Act that passes, O! In a' the warld the warst taxed lan' . Is the country o' New Zealan', 0! Auld nature's bountiful intent Is seen throughout this country, 0! '*•-.. But the Government's the deevilment That quite destroys its value, 0! Some gouk they ca' a statesman, wow! A constitution monger, O! A malediction on his pow For tinkering at New Zealand, 0! Set up baith Lords and Commons yon, A Meenistry and Speaker, 0! An a'fu' parody upon The Breetish Constitution, 0! Auld nature's, &c. There's the Legislative Council", frien's, And Honorables they've ca'd them, O ! But the reason why Auld Hornie kens, They're just a wheen auld wifies, 0! There's a Lower House not Honorables E'en ca'd by their creator, 0 ! A sorry few incapables Of would-be rogues and cuddies, 0 ! Auld nature's, &c. The Meenistry; hechl dinna laugh, Are led by winsome Neddy, O! " Nor lies he still" the epitaph They'll put upon his tombstone, 0 ! " Jest so Jim Crow" has jumped a claim, Wi' an awfu' lot of Customs, 0 ! And stamps and mair than I can name, We'll ha'e to pay Fitzaddle, 0! Auld nature's, &c. The Treasurer's the fighting mon, Wha'll bide his time to gie his blow; It's no sae clear he'll be waited on, Unscathed on his seat o' honor, 0 ! Wee Jackie Ha's the Postmaster, A guse to hiss in office, O ! And our puir lost Major's in the rear, But no i' the post o' honor, 0! Auld nature's, &c. There's feefteen hundred lazy spoons, They ca' the ceevil service, O! And eleven hundred o' thae loons Belang to yon North Island, 01 Four hundred clear, in quarters here, Just suck frae us the siller, 0 ! Collected here, they spend it there, In yon sink o' a North Islan', 0 ! Auld nature's, SecThere are sixty thousand Britons yon, To thirty thousand Maoris, 0! The settler lads are two to one, But they sairly need Protection, 0! They ken Protectors siller spen; They care na whaur it comes frae, 0 ! But unless o' yon we make an en', We're a pack o' senseless cummers, 0 ! • Auld nature's, &c. Shouther to shouther, each by each, We are na beasts o' burthen, O! Gin we ha'e lost the power o' speech, We've learnt to crack wi' rifles, O! Gin they maun ha'e crack like men, We're no the lads to boggle, 0! For we'll protect our own ye ken, Though they can't in yon North Islan', 0! Auld nature's, &c. We're ready noo for speech or fight, Wi' rogues or gowkies, fren' or foe; For we canna see the rhyme or right Why we'd be robbed for others, O ! They crack the lan' they ha'es the best, Wi' a braw, fine situation, 0 ! Let them keep theirs, and we'll keep ours, But we maun ha'e Separation, 0 ! We maun ha'e Separation, 0 ! We maun ha'e Separation, 0 ! The de'il may tak yon Northern crew, But we maun ha'e Separation, 0 !