WHEN ELVY WENT AWAY

Pahiatua Herald, Volume XXXV, Issue 10570, 15 June 1927, Page 2

WHEN ELVY WENT AWAY

(Air: “The Wearin’ of the Green.”) To be sung to slow and solemn music. (By “The Philosopher.”) Oil, Henry dear, and did you hear The news that’s going round; Bill Elvy’e gone and done a bunk, And nowhere can be found; The blinds are drawn at ‘Toki, The cows 110 milk will yield, For the Bush had punted solidly On Elvy and the Shield, Your son-in-law’s been missing For some five days, or more, They say he’s taken to the bush, His heart is sad and sore; No more we'll see his genial smile, Or grasp his honest hand, The news that Elvy did a bunk, Was more than Hec. could stand. “Oli that vye two were maying,” The Brothers Britland sighed, While Denny from Konini said, “It’s time, I think, I died.” Poor Keith Siddells, he fainted. Gorge Stephens took a fit, While “Sonny’s” been unconscious, Since Elvy took a flit. George Gregory is speechless, Bob Williams down anti out, V. bile Tom O’Dea and William Ross Have sworn no more to “shout.” Fred Thompson’s driven silly, The kids from work have shrunk. The whole dashed school is upside down, Since Elvy did a bunk. I met with Arthur Bentley, He took me by the hand, The tears were streaming down his cheeks, He sobbed, “you understand.” Then up came old “Dad” Peters, He said, “Oh, strike me fat!” Guy Bailey interjected, “Now what do you think of that! Poor Archie’s broken-hearted, Alt Bisset’s face has paled, While Pat McKenna’s lost his laugh. Since William Elvy scaled. The district’s all in mourning, Bose Henry's turning grey, While F. G. Bourke lias ceased to sing Since Elvy went away, Percy Bisset says “No more I’ll view The football matches here, This Elvy stunt has settled me ’Twould drive one on the beer." Then up spoke Charley Connell, “You’re right, old man,” said he, The recent tragic happenings H ave quite unsettled me. Joe Boldenson’s been ill in bed, Ho won’t be out- for weeks, While poor Ted Lett has got them bad, And gone and pawned his brocks. Dave Bourke, he talks of selling out, huoni’s in a funk. The whole dashed district’s ran amok, Since Elvy did a bunk. But Elvy, we’ll remember him With grief well tinged with pain. His name is mud in these: parts now, He won’t come back again. We’ll win the Shield without him. At least we’ll have a try, And if we lose we’I! not forget To shake, and say “Good-bye.” So dry you tears up, Henry, (Yes. thank von. mine’s a beer), “Elusive” is Bill Elvy That point is now quite clear; When next you briyg an “All Black” ista r, To win the Shield for us, .fust tie the blighter hand and foot. Or else we'll miss the bus!