ORIGINAL POETRY.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume II, Issue 291, 9 December 1867, Page 2

ORIGINAL POETRY.

THE NELSON FIRE BRIGADE.

Air — ' The Irish Jaunting Car.' Cpme all young men of Neison And listen unto me; Come join the jolliest set of chaps That ever you did see; Come join and be a volnnteer, And lend your stoutest aid To a plucky lot, who know no fear, The Nelson Fire Brigade. CHORUS. Come join us, boys, come join us, Now do not be afraid, But lend your purse, your hand, your heart, To the Nelson Fire Brigade. We've a captain, boys, to lead us, Who of captains is the pick; In the words of our bold fireman, Betts, He is a regular firebrick; Our lieutenant is brave Murfin, And we've gallant. Sinclair too, With Cooksey, Wimsett, Hunter Brown, All form a firstrate crew. We have been started scarce a year, But then we've been well drilled, Of the fiercest fire we've now no fear But it may by us be stilled; We have had some real practice too, • At which both hard and well We've done our best, each one of us, As the public Press doth tell. When we hear the firebell's dreadful sound We rush each to our place, And get our engine on the ground, Our foe to combat face to face. And not one inch we'll let him budge, But we'll fight both fierce and fast; And our strength and skill we shall not grudge If we conquer him at last. In a wooden-bandbox town like this, Sure every one should lend Us all the help that they can spare; And their time they might worse spend Than by joining us, and getting drilled, And learning what to do, For by such means we'd often save From ruin not a few. Let them that cannot spare the time To work and practice too, Pull our their purse and spare their cash For other men who do. 'Tis not that we want any pay — We're Volunteers, d'ye mind — But apparatus we must have, Which somebody must find. W. Thomson, N.V.F.B.