An Easter Rhyme

Easter Monday in the city,     Rattle, rattle, rumble, rush;     Tom and Jerry, Nell and Kitty,     All the down-the-harbour push,     Little thought have they, or pity,     For a wanderer from the bush.     Shuffle, feet, a merry measure,     Hurry, Jack and find your Jill,     Let her,if it give her pleasure,     Flaunt her furbelow and frill,     Kiss her while you have the leisure,     For tomorrow brings the mill.     Go ye down the harbour, winding     Mid the eucalypts and fern,     Respite from your troubles finding,     Kiss her, till her pale cheeks burn,     For to-morrow will the grinding     Mill-stones of the city turn.     Stunted figures, sallow faces,     Sad girls striving to be gay     In their cheap sateens and laces.     Ah! how different tis to-day     Where theyre going to the races,     Yonder, up Monaro way!     Light mist flecks the Murrumbidgees     Bosom with a silver stain,     On the trembling wire bridge is     Perched a single long legged crane,     While the yellow, slaty ridges     Sweep up proudly from the plain.     Somebody is after horses,     Donald, Charlie or young Mac,     Suddenly his arm he tosses,     Presently youll hear the crack,     As the symbol of the cross is     Made on Possums steaming back.     Stirling first! the Masher follows,     Ly-ee-moon and old Trump Card,     Helter skelter through the shallows     Of the willow-shaded ford,     Up the lane and past the gallows,     Driven panting to the yard.     In the homestead, what a clatter;     Habits black and habits blue,     Full a dozen red lips patter:     Who is going to ride with who?     Mixing sandwiches and chatter,     Gloves to button, hair to do,     Horses stamp and stirrups jingle,     Dash the filly! wont she wait?     Voices, bass and treble, mingle,     Look sharp, May, or well be late;     How the pulses leap and tingle     As you lift her featherweight!     At the thought the heart beats quicker     Than an old Bohemians should,     Beating like my battered ticker     Pawned this time, I fear, for good).     Bah! Ill go and have a liquor     With the genial Jimmy Wood.