Cheroweek.

New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume V, Issue 1, 1 October 1901, Page 28

Cheroweek.

Beneath a weeping willow tree He loves me — yes he told me so — A pensive maiden sat, He will be kind to me, Toying with the silken strings " Dear Heart," he said, " I will be true, That graced her summer hat : For ever true to thee." A minah with his head aside The minah slyly winked his eye, Peeped slyly through the boughs, "Kahore ! gentle maid," And listened while she softly breathed He thought ; but at the maiden there Her lover's recent vows. He cocked his head and said : Tuick ! Tuick ! Cheroweek ! Oheroweek ! Tuick ! Tuick ! Cheroweek ! Oheroweek ! Tuick ! Cheroweek ! Cheroweek ! Tnick ! Cheroweek ! Cheroweek ! Beneath the weeping willow tree The maiden sits no more : She bore her trouble silently, But, oh ! her heart was sore. They laid her, mong the cypresses Beneath the em'rald grass, And mournful sounds the minah's song To strangers as they pass : Tuiok : Tuick ! Cheroweek ! Cheroweek ! Tuick : Cheroweek ! Cheroweek ! A. B. B. FuOkes.