WORTH CULTIVATING.
Ex-Premier sings:—
My name's William Gladstone, I live at fair Harwarden,
I'm Welshman at heart; this gold-find in North Wales
At the Gwynfynydd Mine I do trust will bring fortune
To all who are born 'midst these mountains and vales.
Yes, indeed, and all places, though foreign and beautiful,
This brave little country I prize far above;
For indeed in my heart I do love the Principality,
And you, Jenny Jones, too, in truth I do love.
For fifty long years I've ploughed Politics' ocean,
And served my full time in the gallant State-ship;
And indeed, goodness knows, I've braved many engagements,
And many dark storms 'twixt the cup and the lip,
I've tried all the parties now, Tory, Whig, Radical,
Smiled on each in its turn, as to win me each strove;
But I said in my heart, little Wales I love chiefly,
And sweet Jenny Jones, too, in truth I do love!
I agree with Parnell, and the Lord Mayor of Dublin,
In loving fair Erin, of Islands the Queen;
And having worn Blue, Buff, and Red in succession,
I can't see much harm in now wearing the Green.
But not e'en Hibernia, the sweet and the sorrowful,
Like you, my dear charmer, my passion can move;
For, indeed, in my heart I love "gallant little Wales," I do;
And sweet Jenny Jones, too, in truth I do love!
I parted long since from the home of my fathers,
And then Jenny Jones was a dowerless lass;
But now I'm a grey and storm-beaten old mariner,
To wealth, she, through brave Pritchard-Morgan, shall pass.
May Gold—and Home Rule—bring you wealth and contentment,
And ne'er from my Party, my dear, may you rove:
For indeed in our hearts we all love Wales tremendously,
And you, Jenny Jones, dear, till death will I love!
[Left philandering.
