ORIGINAL POETRY.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume IV, Issue 193, 18 August 1869, Page 2

ORIGINAL POETRY.

0 TAKAKA ROAD BOABD ELECTION". The following effuMon of some local Burns has been handed to us for publication: — Last Monday noon, at twal' o'clock To Takaka I went, mon, To gie my Boad Board vote, ye ken, It was my hale intent, mon : For I was Maggie M 's freen, Tbe stanchest ane ye ever seen, An' cared no the scarfc o' a prien Eor a' the Chairman's gathering clan— That little, big rum-bumptious man 0' the Takaka Election, The whusky, wine, and yul went roun, The crack, the joke, an' a' mon, An' weel the Junction's landlord liked To see us a* sac bra w, mon. Ye never saw a blither set, For C n was i' the tapmaist seat, In a' his dignity complete; An' B— d was yammering like a craw, Or some half-drucken, auld jackdaw, At the Takaka Election* Whar cood ye find sic noblemen, An' search the worl' a' through, mon, As thae twa grey auld- fashioned carles Without a faut or flan, mon? The ane can da na wrang, ye ken, The ither, first wi' tongue or pen, Is dauntless 'manghis fellow men; But gie them baith the whusky gill— Ye wadna think they'd tak' their fill At the Takaka Election J There was the Rollicking Irish Boy, The son of an Irish Lord, mon, Wha never at fechtin' or drinkm' was shy— > He'd thresh tbem a' if he daured, mon I Whoo ! off winthis coat as he strutted round, " Come, trid on its tail, ye spalpeens ! I'll be bound Here's Callaghan, Brallaghan, Mickey and all, Will tache yez to dance at the Takaka ball. We vote, like brave boys, for one man or all, | '' At the Takaka Elecshun !" ' There was drucken, dronthy, maunderin' Jock, That kens na when he's fou, mon ; His wame is like a crackit crock, That there's na bottom ta, mon. . Od, hoo his valor then does shine In thrashin' life stock, coos or swine I An elder o' the kirk, he'd be Weel learned i' the auncient historic ! ' His vote was like a bad bawbee At our Takaka Election. j There was Dirty Bob, in logic keen, A cypherer of renown,'mon! j He'd argue black or white was green, . Or saxpence half-a_-croon, mon ! An' gallant George, o' huge expanse— Twal' men wud scarcely fill his pants j An' puir auld Sp— * — w, chirpin' sweet j .' Od, it wud mak a body greet Ta see the Chairman on his feet At the Takaka, Election. A'e man got struck a fearfu' blow, Richt smack upon his nob, mon ; Sa aff he rode, cam' back on low, He speered at Dirty Bob, mon— / " Whar is the fule struck me the hoo V* Oh, Jamie man; but ye wur fou lYe didna see puir Doddie lie Sightin' a plumber in the sky.., . s ' My troth ! it gar'dhim wipe his eye, That Takaka Election. Bur time wud fail to tell ye 'a' 7 The desperate spree was there, mon } . : 'Twas mair like, some wild raree-shaw,- . , Or drucken Eerishfair, mbn!^ For Scotwi' brither Scot gat fou,— ,7 The British wi' the Eerish, too. 7c T^e.chairs were smashedi-the.Courthoose 7 :.-■ y'"X ■' rang-:' 77.-7 7- -"'7 ■ X-'iPy-:'.. P.''-. Wi' yells and laughter, cheers an' sang For the little, big, rum-bustious man 7 ''".;;" 7. 7 7 O'the Takaka Election 1 ;