POETRY.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 4306, 9 February 1882, Page 3

POETRY.

THE OATIIKDRAL BKLL'bINGBBft, By Opb Own Devil. Tho rinsors met, on Tuesday night, Within, tho tower's chambered height; And Mister liingard, ho was there, A sitting in a big nrm chair. And Mister Lingurcl says h», They're down on our Societeo. A lot of rubbish has beeu writ, With which I don't agree ft bit. The a-ticles is awful bosh, And thorn 'ere poems is all slosh. Aud Mister LingimLsays, Bays he, Its rongh on our Societee. Two chaps como here the other night,. And nearly put me in a fright. A bogus message they hrought mo They said, came from His Ex'lencee. But Mister Lingard 'says, say a bo, Them messengers left hastilee. Through them 'ere low Theayter chaps, We've had some very nnsty slaps ; ADd what I says is, they be (The belfry door was jtist then slammed), And Mister Lingard says, says he. This bisness riles mo awfnlloe. And now the Dean has bin and writ That this 'oro practice we must quit ; He says we keep it up too late, And ntusn't stop ere arter eight. But Mister Lingard says, says he, The Deun ain't goiug to euchre me 1 Let's bluff him, boys. Let's say wa meaa To reverence our worthy Dean. Give him soft soap, and ask him, then, To let us ring hard until ten. And Miser Lingard says he. Let's go nbout it cautiouslee. Xxcuse the wink. Our practwii me» Will ringr on Tuesdays, until ten ; And all the botchers, they will come On Thursday nights, for practise dumb. And Mister Lingard says, sayß he, The public will be sold, yon sea. Then all the chaps said tlioy'd'be true. And ee* the ringing parson through. They rang once more, just for 11 spree, And then sang the Dozologee. And Mister Lingard says, says ho, Hurroo, mo boys, for victoree !