“THE SAIGE O' TIMARU.”

South Canterbury Times, Issue 2115, 2 January 1880, Page 2

“THE SAIGE O' TIMARU.”

(“ Saturday Advertiser.”)

Lamhton Key, Wellington, December 27th.

Ton me conshinse, ■when the news o’ the ruckshions at Timaru raiched me offis on Lambtou Kay, I was thundersthruck so I was; for in these quiet times its refreshin to hear av a neat shindy, Be the hokcy poker, I was only sorry that I wasn’t on the scene av ackshu’n, for betchunc you and me I’m gettin’ blue mouldy for want av a heatin’, so I am. Ton me sowl, I was disgusted to hear that the peelers interfered and spiled the sport. Bad luck to thim they’ie always cornin’ were they’re not wanted. Sure av the boys wanted to imitate the deeds of their glorious ancesthors, why shouldn’t they be allowed to have it out wid one anoder in paice widout those blackguard bobbies intherf airin’. Faix, it’s ilbgaut sport braikin’ one auothers heads just for fun. Laivin King Billy an’ King Shamus altogether out of the question, I think as a matther of principle, men Shud be allowed to amuse thimselves now an’ agin by way av ricrayashun. It’s a mighty fine thing, whin a man grows ould to be able to show the wounds an’ scars that he recayyed in the wars, an’ to be able to hand thim down to his ancesthors in gineral. I was sorry so find that the opposin’ armies wor so unequally divided, and small thanks to King James’s forces for baiting sich a mere handful o’ the inimy. Is there any truth in the rumor thats reached Willington, to the effect that Inspecthor Mallard, av your city, have cautioned the fruiterers av Dunaidin against displayin’ oranges and apples in the windows, as they might find to prevoke a braich of the paice ? Those bobbies ought to mind their own business, so they ought. Ive struck off the followin’ pome to immortalise. THR SAGE o’ TIMARU.

In anshint ages, whin Homer's pages, Gave all the stages o’ the Saige o’ Throy ; When false Queen Helen, wid bosom swellin’, In love, sure, fell in wid the Throjan boy ; The wars were gory, for deate or glory. ■So runs the story, they millions slew. But sure ’twas play, boys, unlike. the fray boys, The other day, boys, at Timaru. n. The grand diricthers av the Orange Victhors (Ye’ve seen the picthers av King Billy’s horse). Addhressed the brith’rin:—“We’ll have a gath’rin, An’ bouldly march out, brave boys, in force, Wid lovely sashes and swords that flashes, We'll cut fine dashes, in full review; We’ll have an airin’, wid banners rairin’,

All danger datin’ through Timaru.”

Och, blur an-ouns, boys, it went the rounds,

hoys* Wid shouts an hounds, boys, aitch hayro

green, From glen an’ nook, a-round be Timuka, Prepared to march to the battle scene ; Aitch Mick or Pat, he brought stick or bat he Got at Waimate—yer sowls, hurroo! — Thin marchin’ proudly an’- yellin’ loudly, - The boys assembled in Timaru.

The grand paradins, an’ the fine procaidins Av the Orange hayros was the battle 'sigiT: No word they uttered, but King Billy fluttered On Yellow banners along the line.

Prepared for slaughter, they played “Boyne Waters,” Och, mailie murther an pillill-u-u, ) King Jame’s troops, boys, wid, yells an’ whoops, boys, , j Rushed up in groups, boys, at Timaru.. ,

They formed a square, boys, in front an’ rair, boys, ' . , Begog twas quare, boys, to see them stand; An one bould head-man, wid’hair so red

man, Got up an’ red, man, unto his band

“Look here, be jabers, me dacint naybors, Ther soords and sabres will nivar do,'' i{ It’s no use talkin’, we’ll stop their walking,’ Ther color-hawkin’ through Timaru.” ° .; ; .;:f «. ’t

A bould Cromwellan, of powdher smellin’-, Wid fury swellin’.,dlirew forth his blade, An’ swore he’d skiver the “ Papish” liver-, That dared to stop him on his grand parade; A black Sir Knight, boys, prepared to fight, boys, ’Gainst green an’ white, boys, for red an’

blue. He’d stand alone,boys, an’ guard the throne, boys, So bould, mavrone, boys, at Tiraaru. ’’

The Peeler squadhron (they’re always botherin’) Wid rayinforcements came oh the ground; Inspector Pindher, that bold difindher, Look’d mighty fierce, boys, as he galloped round. Seshe :—“Be quiet, don’t rise a riot, For I defy ye to mischief brew; Don’t rise our ire, or we’ll haA-e to fire, So plaise retire, from Timaru.’’ ■ ,t

The divil a harm he done to the army, King James’s forces began to dodge ; King William’s laygion, with the battle raygin’ Inthrinched their squadhrons bey ant, tire lodge; -I The forces sundhered, ah’ the cannons

thundhered. i b An’the people wondhered, as the bullets fICAV, In imaginashun and disperashun, For ricryashun at Timaru. ■

Och! the wounds an’ bruises , me gihtle

muses. Bedad refuses for to indite. The deeds so famous, done for King Shamus, An’ how his army won in the fight ; ‘ They’re crown’d wid glory iii fame’s bright

story, The Kilt an’ wounded an’ the slain an’ slew, Will live for ages in histh’ry’s pages, Whilst battle rages at Timaru. . , f Paddy Murph?.