While The Billy BoilsSearchWe read in the press that Lord Northcote is hereTo take up Lord Tennyson’s mission.’Tis pleasant to find they have sent us a Peer,And a man of exalted position.It’s his business to see that the Radical hordeFrom loyalty’s path does not swerve us;But his tastes, and the task, don’t seem quite in accordFor they say that His Lordship is nervous.
Does he think that wild animals walk in the street,Where the wary marsupial is hopping?Does he think that the snake and the platypus meetAnd “bail up” the folk who go shopping?And that boomerangs fly round the scared passer-byWho has come all this way to observe us.While the blackfellow launches a spear at his eye?—No wonder His Lordship is nervous.
Does he think that with callers he’ll be overtasked,From a baronet down to a barber?Does he dream of the number of times he’ll be asked“What he thinks of our Beautiful Harbour?”Does he sadly reflect on the sorrows that dingRound his task? (From such sorrows preserve us!)He must hear John See speak and O’Sullivan sing,—It’s enough to make any man nervous.
Does he think he’ll be waked in the dead of the nightFrom Melbourne to go willy-nilly,To live at the Federal Capital siteAt Tumut or Wagra-go-billy?Well, the Melbournites may let the Capital go(Here we wink with one eye, please observe us!)But not in a hurry! By no means! Oh, no!He has not the least need to be nervous!