THE RETURN OF THE BOSS.

Observer, Volume XXVII, Issue 39, 15 June 1907, Page 23

THE RETURN OF THE BOSS.

A WELCOME TO SIR JOE.

For the observer.

Go ! Wash your little fcootsies, Go ! Give your hair a comb ; We mustn't let ourselves forget Sir Joseph's coming home. From London's foggy vastness The stormy sea he'll cross, So banish pain ! We'll see again Sir Joseph Ward, the Boss. We'll loudly raise Our songs of praise In honour of the Boss. Go ! call our great patricians And haughty M.H.R.'s, To revel in Sir Joseph's grin And smoke his fat cigars.

For ttao' upon the ocean He may at present toss, He'll soon be here our hearts to cheer, Will great bir Joe, the Boss. In manner glad We'll yell like mad To show we like the Boss. Oh,' hear Hall-Jones a-chuekling To think he'll soon be free ; To run a State entails a great Responsibility. For tho' in heavy duties He's never at a loss — 'Twill bring relief, nor cause him grief, To see once more the Boss. For when he's ill, He wants no pill — He only wants the Boss ! And see McGowan brushing His glossy topper neat ; With winning smile he'll go in style Sir Joseph Ward to greet. Tho' Thames boys growl and grumble, Their James will not be cross ; He'll go, will Mac, to welcome back Hia long-departed Boss. With deuonnair And haughty air He'll go to meet the Boss. Tbo' Jimmy Can oil's drowsy He'll sleep awhile no more, He's bound to be at hand to see Sir Joseph reach the shore. With haka most impressive He'll swear no more to doss, No slumber claims the genial James When he is with the Boss. So Morpheus may Take holiday When Timi greets the Boss. McNab will don the tartan, From Land Bill take a- rest, And off he'll go to meet Sir Joe And welcome him with zest. He'll draw his trusty claymore, All care away he'll toss, And greet with joy that wand'ring boy — His great and mighty Boss. Oh ! Scots wha ha'e ! • Adoon the brae He'll gang tae meet the Boss ! From educative trammels George Fowlds will travel far ; With fond relief he'll watch his chief A-crossing o'er the bar. Then if the great School Journal For v copy's " at a loss, Oh ! George will do an interview — Adventures of the Boss. It would, indeed, Be fun to read The stories of the Boss. Go, tell the merry Millar The Boss is drawing nigh, And then you'll see a sign of glee — A twinkle in his eye. The Cabinet's a Union — Their preference a joss, Their idol great that man of state Who's known to them as Boss, For none they know To beat Sir Joe, And so they call him Boss.

That legal li^ht called Findlay May be a busy man, ; , But, oh i he'H ran to see the fan — The gathering of the clan. No dry and dusty parchment His int'resb may engross; Begone, dull care ! He'll hasten there To welcoae back the Bobs. For in his law There'd be a flaw Unless he met the Boss. And Alfred Kidd, the modest, Will blush a rosy red ; Sir Joe will haste to praise the taste Of Alf in getting wed. Congratulations mutual Between each man will cross ; Sir Joe will praise our Alfred's ways, And Kid.d will praise the Boss. And both will say They're feeling gay — Both Alfred and the Bobs. 'Tis surely clear as crystal That no one but a fool You'd ever find, with evil miad, Inquiring " Where is Poole ?" For when Sir Joe is landing, You'll nob be at a loss If Poole you seek, 'tis like your cheek — You'll find him with the Boss. He seeks, you bet, The Cabinet— He'll find it thro' the Boss. Then watch the dapper Ewen — That's Alison, the gay, For well I know he'll wax his " mo " Most carefully that day. And tho' with Opposition Sir Joseph's sword may cross Oh ! please don't make the least mistake, They all admire the Boss. For tho' debate May be irate, They caa't upset the Boss ! See Bollard, stout and portly — He's Opposition, too. But all forget to fume and fret When Joe comes into view. So, from the glades of Eden The sturdy John will cross, To join the band and shake a hand — The right hand of the Boss. 'Tisgood to know They like Sir Joe, For he's New Zealand's Boss. Go, watch the stately Freddie — The student's trusty Baume Come out to say he's proud that day To see Sir Joseph home. The world's an empty store-house, And gold is sorry dross, JJnless we find a peaceful mmd — We'll get it from the Bobs. When he comes back, We'll never lack , Fresh wisdom from the Boss. From sweet Parnell comes Lawry, The matchless man of might ; With joy he'll learn Sir Joe's return.. And hail it with delight. Sir Joe for stocks of matches Will ne'er be at a loss For genial Frank has quite a bank Of matches for the Boss. And then, as well, Sweet yarns he'll tell To entertain the Boss. So welcome we our Premier In manner fit and gay ; With one loud voice let all rejoice — The Boss comes home that day. Then bitter party feeling Aside we'Jl quickly toss, And join to show how well we know The debt we owe the Boss. For all admit He's truly fit To keep his place as Boss !