Japanese Sympathy.

Ba-a ! gentle shepherds, see and hear,
Accept our bleating for your talk,
Whilst ba-a-ing Japanese so clear
We scarcely crawl, or limp, or stalk;
Ba-a, ba-a, we cry, o'er little wool,
For we do suffer Sheepish pain :
With insects our poor backs were full,
So say each swearing Shepherd-swain,
What cruel scab and endless dip;
Man's empty pockets were foretold
By those who've felt the scourging whip,
Yet Banks are strong and men are bold.
Ba-a songs aloud in present tense
Let Lawyers and Law-makers sing
In moods so gay, nor common sense,
O'er Acts so lame their children cling;
With deeds sincere and naught amiss,
And gold, insects called scab were bought;
We count not lack of knowledge bliss,
Nor retrospective honest thought.
Ba-a, Lambs so sore to understand,
Bleat, cry aloud, ye flocks of sheep,
O'er vicious laws on freehold land;
Oh, dip no more, nor oft nor deep !
But go and dip the grisly bear
With liquor hot and heart so cold,
In lieu of sheep to raise more scare,
Nor mercy's shown to young or old;
Ba-a not in plaintive cries so vain,
As we must feel soever clean,
page 9 To set us free from governed pain,
Like other flocks to please our Queen.
O temper heat to all shorn lambs,
Your Brimstone smells so horrid strong,
More fit to dress wild robust rams
With lime to harmonize in song.
Ba-a, sheep ! bark, dogs ! while lads do cheer,
O'er rubs with over-governed fuss,
With fortunes made this cursive year;
You prompt tame sheep to bawl out thus.
"Ba-a, coarse-woolled, old Amuri sheep,
With Scotia's lambs, we dare to say,
Bleat loudly when our pet-lambs weep,
And fools vent spleen ingloriously."
Ba-a, ba-a, we're all such timid things
When Smart Police joys o'er the sport.
To sing when one fell insect stings—
His open song resounds in Court.
Ba-a we through mirth, or lose the fun,
To see our little Lambkins play,
With rubs well-known they skip and run,
As well as Shepherd swains so gay.
Ba-a loud and long on yonder hills,
When guided by some friendly hand,
Lest fierce Goat 'Spectors cram down pills,
So quickly, sheep don't understand.
Ba-a, Japanese, and spend much force,
Make ewes and lambs now die or run;
How well we know you can coerce,
And punish poor men for your fun.
Ba-a, save your Brimstone and hot lime,
Nor drive, nor dip goats any more.
Look on, reflect o'er deeds sublime,
And feel our shins and bones so poor.
Ba-a ye, and show no mercy here;
See stones revolve to sharpen knives—
page 10 With every conscience still and clear—
Then take our sheepish, painful lives.
Ba-a we to crave you spare each lamb,
Then act out deeds with governed knife,
Then salt down skinny legs lor ham;
The time is come to yield up life.
Ba-a districts clean, when wise men say :
"That Darwin's wand streched o'er the mounts
And melted scabby Goats away,
Some miles from cliffs and sparkling founts.
Ba-a o'er this earth we cannot waste,
Frail creatures fall and soon decay,
And Darwin's science moves in haste,
Without a moment to delay.
Ba-a, strength of wind, mysterious blast,
To purify each hill and dale,
With Darwin's text evinced at last,
To tell its wondrous governed tale.
Ba-a now, another race may glee,
And bound like 'Spectors o'er each rock;
And in this year of grace are we,
To look on a romantic flock.
Ba-a we all o'er fair Japan Isles,
Now Darwin's creed is made so plain
On yonder Cliffs and hills for Miles,
Where modern goats skip free from pain.