WOT'S POLLYTICS?

South Canterbury Times, Issue 3502, 26 June 1884, Page 3

WOT'S POLLYTICS?

“ Wot’a pollytics?” asks lumper Dan, Of little Tommy Tripp— Sez,he “ It’s collar all yer can An’ let yer country rip.” “It’s coaxin' other fellers’ gals An mixin’ lies with brag: It’s crack a crib and cheat yer pals, Dividin’ av the swag.” “It’s blusterin’ tongue an’ brazen cheek Confusion right an’wrong; It’s rob the poor Oppress the weak, An’ bribe the rich an’ stroug. It’s grabbin’ orfis enuyhow— It's worshipiu’ Old Nick; It’s milkin uv yer neebur’s cow, An’ burnin’ uv his rick.” “ A schemin’ allers far a log To roll, or grind an axe; A wrappin’ fieshun in a fog, An’ twistin’ plainest flax, While wot with coveys on the cross An’ Iron’s yer mustn’t trust, Ye’re ridin’ on a buckin’ oss Wen both yer gurths is bust.” “Yis Dan—wot folks calls pollytics Is wan big dirty job; As full o’ mean an’ shabby tricks As raaizecorns on a cob.” Sez Dan, “If pollytics is sich As makes n cove act mean, The cussed,thing to blazes pitch, I’ll keep my fingers clean.” “ An’ right ye are,” sez Tripp, sez he—- “ Yet watch the ’lections Dan ! Fur ’taint but wot ye’ll find mebbee Sometimes an honest man. As stripping off their shoddy coats Them selfish grabbers shames ; Tosich as him we’ll give our wotes An' spile their little games !”