And the ruler of these matters, Who is called the Bry-Tish-Pu-Blyck, Took the side of dock-gate casuals, Of the somewhat lordly stevedore, And informed the proud Dy-Reck-Tas That they soon must yield to reason; Gave its sympathy in gallons, Gave its coin to make a strike-fund; So the proud Dy-Reck-Tas yielded.
But when many moons had vanished, Came the rather wild Keir-Har-Di, Came Tom-Mann the earnest minded, Talked of "Independent Labour," Soundly rated Burnsiwatha And all useful Labour-Members.
Then the strong man, Burnsiwatha, Hurled their language back with interest, With the breathing of his nostrils, With the tempest of his anger, Hurled it back on his assailants. Said Tom-Mann was feather-headed, Said the rather wild Keir-Har-Di Was no better than a "bounder."
And the Independent Lab'rers, Not to be outdone in scolding, Scandalised poor Burnsiwatha, Said they thought him quite conceited, Called him "Boss," likewise "Bull-dozing."
And the Bry-Tish-Pu-Blyck wondered At the manners of these leaders, At the Unionists' disunion. "Go, my sons," it said, "instanter, Go back to your homes and people; Slay all ravening labour-sweaters, All the Kum-Panies, the giants, All the serpents, the Emp-Loias; But, for goodness' sake have done with Petty piques and jealous slangings; Or, next time you ask for coppers For the holy cause of Labour, You will find these coppers wanting!"
STUDIES IN ANIMAL LIFE.
The Chick-a-leary Cochin.