IROQUOIS.

Otago Witness, Issue 1555, 27 August 1881, Page 21

IROQUOIS.

(From Punch.) The Yankee came down with long- Fred on his back, And his colours were gleaming with cherry and black, He flashol to the front, and the British Star paled, As the field died away, and fav'rite failed. Like the leaves of the summer when summer is green, The faces of Peregrine's backers were seen ; Like the leaves of the autumn when autumn is red, Flushed the cheeks of the Yanks as their champion

led, Iroquois 1 ! 1 then the shoutings shook heaven's blue dome, As the legs of the Tinman safe lifted him home. Oh, A was an Archer, A 1 at this fun, And A was America too— and A won, And B was a Briton who, ready to melt, A sort of a je ne sais (Iro) quoit felt, To see the Blue Riband to Yankeeland go, B too, none the less, was the hearty " Bravo I" Which, per " Punch," he despatched to " our kin o'er the sea," Who, for not the first time, got the pull of J. B. The brokers of Wall street are loud in delight, And the belet of New York grow more beamingly

bright ; Fizz creams like the foam of the storm-beaten surf, To Jonathan's triumph on John's native turf. And " Punch " brims his beaker in sparkling cham-

pagne, Tour health, Brother J. ! Come and beat us again ; And cold grudge at a victory honestly scored Melts away like the snow when the wine is outpoured