MY RIGHTS.

Waimate Daily Advertiser, Volume XXI, 10 August 1921, Page 6

MY RIGHTS.

(By WALT MASON.) I do not lie awake o’ nights, until : the clammy dawn, in terror lest my sacred rights should be infringed upon. My neighbours are a pleasant lot, thenconduct always good,, and no one s slug- I ged and no one’s shot in all our neighbourhood’. Each one assumes the other gents are fair and decent scouts, and so no one his rights laments, or for reprisals shouts. Year after year we go our way, and never have a row; and I lend Smith a bale of hay, and he lends mo his cow. And I could change this atmosphere of peace and its t delights, and make discordant thing app ar. if jealous of my rights. for Johnson’s hens at times arrive and scratch up all my beans; but better have our concord thrive than raise a crop of greens. And Bildad’s dog by my gate and bays the moon a while; bitt better lie awake till late than miss the ildad smile. And ia- kins plays an alto horn that jars things in my flat; but he’s all right, and I would scorn to punch his head for that. And when I sing “ Sweet Bello Mahone,” • as I am prone to do, no rocks or bricks at me are thrown, the parlour window through. Tim others’ faults wo a’l ~ forget, and talk of rights wit,i tact, and no one’s ever offen d yet to read the riot act.