THE WILY WELLINGTONEE.

Otago Witness, Issue 2274, 30 September 1897, Page 35

THE WILY WELLINGTONEE.

Which I wish to remark,

And the same to make clear, That for l»ys that are dark And for tricks that are queer. The Wellington forward's peculiar, As auy in this hemisphere. You know Mister Firth ? There ain't no pretty "go" Of the g-me ou this earth That he doesn't know ; And his mind is extremely judicial, At least all the papars say so. This wide-awake gent Goes for to df clare That th« recent event Was pulled off on the square ; And his reason is new and peculiar, " Which it is that the gent wasn't there. And he smiles in his mirth— Understand, in his sleeve — The chap they call Firth, Which I'd have you believe That he's fauied for his spirit judicial, How famous you'd hardly conceive. But I meant to remark, And tho same to maintain, Th-vt foe tricks that are dark Whl-h he plays not in vain, The Woilingtonee is peculiar— Which it's all in the way that you train. On a floor that is soft Witb sawdust or tan, He practises oft How to lay out his man. In that inauncr so neat and peculiar—* A cuto and ingeuious plan. If he's led to suppose That the backs are too spry, He can flatten a no3e. Or goiige out an eye. Or jump on a fellow's abdomen ; For each clever dodge he is fly. A chuck on the chirj, Or a tap on the knee. If they look like to win — Pine chance, do \ou.see? In tho Wellington manner peculiarEffective, I think you'll agree. Wheu the centre goes smash, And the wings they go lame, . ' It's the Wellington " dash"— The great " forward game"— The rush that's so fast aud peculiar, Which Firth he alludes to the same. And the hoodlums get raw, For They don't aeo the fun, And the in a and the pa Of which he's tho son They abuse in a style that's peculiar : Which they ca'l him the " son of a gun." E*ch chap that he fouls The hoodlums go mad, And they hoots and the-y howls And bshaves very bad, Which is certainly very peculiar, But I fear that the hoodluin'is a cad. They call him a " brute," Which is oming it strong, But tbe honest galoot Doesu't care au old song ; For all' 3 fair in love and in football, 'And all angry passionals wrong. And that poor referee, Which I grieve for to say That tbe blokr* "didn't see" What was cleir as the d»y : But that's uotbing so very peculiar, For referees also is clay. ■ <• • • "Which is why I remark, LeS') in anger than pain. That for tricks that aie dark And for " bruising " that's plain The Weliingtonee is peculiar ; Which the same I am free to maintain.