RHYMES OF OUR OWN LAND.

Otago Witness, Issue 2374, 31 August 1899, Page 26

RHYMES OF OUR OWN LAND.

By David M'Kbe Wbighx. No. 6.— 81G JACK. Big Jack Anderson's back from the spree, Blued his cheque in Flannigan's along -with two or three, Jumped liis horso across the bar, sold hi 3 swag for beer, And he says he's getting right, but his head a still queer. Good sort 'of fellow is Jack, Fool for himself, they say; Grafter at making a cheque. Ready to chuck it away. .Handiest man on the run, Kindest heart on the plain; Full of spirits and fun, Won't see his like again. Give his last shilling away, Give the shirt off his back; Publicans find him pay, So do the chaps on the track. Clever chap in his line, Knows about books and men; Only he goes on the wine, Might be in business again. Works like a horse on the ivn 4 Dresses the worst of all, Keeps up other men's fun, Laughs away through it all. Thinks when He's aIP alone; Thinking is making him grey; Some of the seeds he's sown Make tough reaping to-day. Big Jack Anderson's back from the spree, Blued his cheque at Flannigan's along with two or three; Jumped his horse across the bar, sold his swag for beer, And he says he's getting right, but his head* still queer.