PLAY THE GAME.

Otago Witness, Issue 2399, 22 February 1900, Page 66

PLAY THE GAME.

If you're a dandy rider, and you fancy you can stick To the pigskin, when it's strapped round any horse's hide; If you're only five-ancl-twenty, and. feel in lattlmg nick — The Cape's the place for you— (they're wanting scouts to ride), If a rifle you can handle and hold it fairly straight, And are five-foot-nine or so, and scale at twelve stone eight. Then play the game — For the trumpet's calling, calling " Come away " ; Calling, calling you to come without delay. Thcie's a hundied men. from Soxvthland Avanted soon, and quick, There's a hundred from Otago Avanted too, For vie Boara are there in thousands, and are bloomm' hard to liek — - But th" good old bull dog breed Avill see it thro' ; It's coming pietty tough — ii Ooni Paul's to domineer, But we'll clear the beggar out — or bust — fio fear ! "We'll play the game — For the big, big stalwart drummer hangs away ! Calling, calling, to aid them in the • fray! There are men in kilt and khaki risking life to-day, * Horse, Foot, Artillery, and Engineers, There are chunky lads of sailors avlio knoAV the game to play, There's cavalry and infantry and fusileers, Ci'iinditui Eoug'i Eiders — Australian station blokes — Wiring in. hma daybreak at breaking doAvn their mokes. They play the game — And the daiicly Highland pipei struts roivad as laige as life, Calling, calling you to help them in the strife. Ciack regiments from India are swarming to tho Cape, TAventy thousand volunteers from brave Katal, Afl Aimy Co^ps from Britain (tied neatly with red tape) — To hunt ths sun-dried Boer from the Transvaal. New Zealand adds her quota — little Tassy sends her sons, And they're doing simply splendid and sticking to their guns. They play the game — For the bugle call has sounded — "Don't delay! " It's not the time for funny jokes— blaze aAvay." We can't all be Highland pipers, for Aye haven't got the build, And oni> one m ninety-nine can ride, And to hit the eight-inch bull's eye just takes a man who's skilled: And — the — Cape — won't — hold — vs — all ! Some will nave to stay outside. But there are Avays and means. Have you got a pound to spare? The widow and the orphan are helpless over thure. Come! play the game, For the hat is going round to give U3 all a chance, For the bosom friend of glory's called the ambulance. —LITTLE JIMMY. Southland, February 9, 1900.