Conclusion.

Come, ye 'Spectors, now we invite
Your hungry shadows to our pot;
Take now your fill, good appetite,
And burst thick skins with goat's flesh hot.
Goats ba-a no more, boiled down so clean,
The' their fine scabby flavour's gone,
And Japan flesh is always lean,
Yet thick, rich flavour will atone !
Poor Japan grazier sing "Hey-day !"
To foster miles of belies run,
And list to quartettes blithe and gay,
When up in governed Wellington.
Their pay is great and naught to do;
Our pockets bare, with gold all gone
To decorate the Emp'ror's shoe—
Oh ! think o'er Goats when left alone.
Ba-a, ba-a Goat Acts with hazy rules,
To fit frank men as well as knaves;
In mingling those with arrant fools,
To suffer like poor Negro Slaves.
Ho, Chums, to brave each rugged hill,
And bawl aloud to 'Spectors "bah !"
O'er bolus law our modern pill,
Which operates on Opawa.
Brave Chums bah out "so vile the ban."
Sing ingress "winds its law along,"
Sing whilst egressing from Japan,
Sing, sing, outside regressions throng !