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Blue Mountain Rhymes, Grave and Gay
by R. Ogilvie Rodger,
published by Quin & Rodger, Tapanui 1914, p. 6
Misfortune
Good fortune, you see, never called upon me,
When out with his favours to scatter,
But he sent me instead, that malicious jade,
Misfortune, his darned ugly daughter.
And she started right off to give me the rough,
And then, tho' I fought like a hatter,
And that with a will, t'was of little avail,
For I got badly lamed by the latter.
You'd have thought then the crone would have left me alone,
When a cripple for life she made me;
But, no blessed fears, again she appears,
And flat on my back she then laid me.
Nor desist did she then, while for more years than ten
On the broad of my back I've been lying;
She has ne'er missed a chance, has this horrible wench,
But her missiles at me has kept shying.
But the time's drawing nigh when I'll bid her good-bye,
For with spirits I'll soon be consorting;
And not sorry I'll be the last for to see
Of the wry ugly face of Misfortune.
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