THE SONG OF THE BORED MEMBER.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XI, Issue 43, 28 October 1893, Page 560

THE SONG OF THE BORED MEMBER.

Whex and where I shall chance to meet him. At even, or noon, or at morning gray. By what name I shall learn to greet him I know not now—l shall know some day. With the teams of electric light around him. In tea room, on terrace, or lobby, or stair, He is standing somewhere, would that I'd found him, He that I wait ior—my Pair, my Pair ! I will not dream of some high official, A leader whose light it were well to quench, Whose vanished vote would be prejudicial To the darling schemes of the Treasury Bench. He may be a tyro, or one whose spurs on The door have been won in encounters fair, He may be the Premier himself, or a person Of no importance, my Pair, my Pair : Whether his eloquence be transcendent, M bet her he sits, under orders, dumb : M nether he poses as independent Or votes at the beck of his leader s thumb : Whether of Stout he may be a retainer. Henchman of Seddon, I do not care. Or a Socialist, or a total abstainer, I will accept him, my Fair, my Pair ! But he must abide by his firm decision From the House in the future to keep away : Though the tell may ring for a close division. Though leaders may threaten and Whips may pray We will trust our votes to each other s keeping, And shirk our duties with loving care, And the session shall end and the Whips be sleeping Ere I will release him. my Fair, my Pair I Adapted from P.M.B.