CANDIDATES.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 11029, 18 March 1914, Page 4

CANDIDATES.

(I),- WALT MASON.)

The candidates are coining forth, a fierce and noisy crew, and east and west, and south and north, they sound the. lotul bazoo; they sound the loud bazoo, my friends, the same familiar notes, and ere the weary campaign ends they'll have out divers goats. They re weeping for the men who slave, with sweat upon their brows; the starry flag again they wave, and vow the same old vows; they vow the same old vows, my boys, we heard in days of youth.; they so beguile us with their noise, we think they speak the truth. And so we'll all neglect our work, and waste the golden days, to hear the 10-cent modern Burke goldbrick tho easy jays; goldbrick the easy jays, niv lads, and fill tuS full of bunk, when we should work to earn the scads, likewise the bone and plunk. They'll teach us that our fate depends on going to the polls, and voting for our windy friends who spring long rigmaroles; who spring long rigmaroles, my dears, but never ply the saw: who never wield the spade or shears—they only wield the jaw. They'll fool us with the same old tricks and lead us by the nose, and we shall look to polities for cures for all our woes: for cures tor all our woes, my chums, which statesmanship can't help; and when the day of waking comes, just watch us whine and yelp!