VANCOUVER'S ISLAND.

New Zealand Spectator and Cook's Strait Guardian, Volume VI, Issue 523, 7 August 1850, Page 3

VANCOUVER'S ISLAND.

(A new Version of" The Groves of Blarney.") The Groves of Blarney, that were so charming, By rasin of chapeness, have had tlieir day ; The Isle of Vancouver — och, bates Blarney all over — That illigant island beyant the say. Sure that's the spot, throughout all the oceans, Where wondhers of nathur most do thrive ; Whereby are excited such sthrong emotions, A* those who see them but seldom survive. There Nathur rains in her full abundance, Sich rain yell nivir behold elsewhere ; An' everything grows vnd the greatest redundance— Bedad, it nivir stops growing there 2 The whate is much longer, an' its taste is ithronger, And the craps is all on a gra.ndtb.er scale; The logs is thicker, and the bogs is bigger, And the praties bate all the world— for pale. There's lots o' salmon, an' pork, an' gammon, An' fine elk chops, an' roasted racoon; There's Buffalo hunch, an' the Ginseng punch, Which makes a man pleasant uncommonly soon. There's pullet an' duckling, an' the whales a-suckling Their playful young at their tindther breasts ; There's fir-ree blossoms, an' the big opossums To make into baver tippet* an' vests An there's the sa\ -sarpent a-making a farment, In the Pacific Ocean all around ; He's the Leviathan 01 Sanchoniathan — In the prophecies of Job his description's found . Where Nathur delignts ye — sure there it invites ye, To thry what your zale an' activity can do ; 'Tii the place for all on ye to found a colony, By the help of St. Pathrick an' Brian Boru. Then, don't stand debating, or dhrinking, or at ing, But ship yoursilves off widout any delay, There's ould Sir John Felly, so Lord Grey will tell ye, Sure he's ready to transport yea over the say. An' when once ye're landed, an' fairly sthranded, Och ! what a/atrting yell then conthrive ; And thin a year afther, to think o' the laughter, An' great rejoicing to find ye're alive. Wid yer colony rising in a manner surprising, The pines an' the fir-trees cut down to the stump, How the Kooihuns will envy yer new institutions, Your post-office, school, and colonial pump ! See the guvernor's mansion, in full expansion, A door an' two window* all in the front ; Hi« chancellor vrillm' to give change for a sh-llin' An' hit harbour-masther— in charge alapunt! See the ministher of works, as if sowld to the Turks, A-digging of dhrains wid the commonaltie ; An' the chafe of insthruction a-taching reduction, An' words o' two syllables, an' the rule o' three. An' there's (that is, there will be) the great museum, For the spoils yell win in colonial wars ; Wid a bodle to cry out, "Boys, walk up an' see thsm, The poses plastiques by young Indian squaws. An' so by degrees, in refinement incrasingj., Yell set up conventicles, an' aisther dues ; Yell have yer pole axes, and turnpikes and taxes, And cabs, and commissioners of sewers, and^Jews. So by your conthrirance, or wid your connivance, Yer colony may become prosperous an' great ; An' don't be afraid, boys, 'twill have all the thrade, boys, Where there's no population, nor ports to compute. For marchandise it'll be the staple, For the thraffic ye get there is sure to stay; 'Tis the nathural home of a mighty paple— Bedad, whtn they get there, they can't get sway.