THE LAMENT OF TIRED TIMOTHY.

NZ Truth, Issue 97, 27 April 1907, Page 8

THE LAMENT OF TIRED TIMOTHY.

It's a blighter sort 0' noosa/nce, and yer bet we feels it sore, For the beer they used to give? us doesn't come our way no more. The sympathy extended to us chaps wot's ne'er employed Is lessenin's, like the luxuries we formerly enjoyed.

We're a class, yer . ■ know, wot's ''go: owing with ' the pend'lum's bloomin' swing, And yer need to keep the Old Men's Homie somewhat fit to take ,us m.

We only want our bed an' grub, an' no blamed choppin' woc'd, An' a change into the country,, for that farmin' does us good.

The stingy crowd wot pays the rates their dooty seems to shirk, If some one doesn't change ' their tune, by gum, we'll have to work !

So where's the blokes what promised us, if we but gave them votes/ We'd rever need to earn our 'toke, and never lack top-coats?

They've promised us, but promises, we've found, "are "bally rot ! For when they've votes and salaries, why, we can g.o to pot. I'd s o oner vote for wimmcn, or elect my blooming self ! And when I'm made a Minister ; wot oh I. I'll keep the pelf.