Works in the Herald 1934

Somebody has expressed a fear that there is danger of Victoria’s taking her Centenary too seriously.

Come, sing with a ring and a right good swing –
   (Hey!  Hey for a lilting lay!)
Any old silly, old jolly, old thing.
   (For a lilting lay Hey! Hey!)
So long as it be merry
Does the method matter very –
(Sing hey, down derry!)
   Does it matter what we sing?

Centenaries are far between, And more than one few men have seen. The sun is high, the fields are green – Green, green! Oh, joyous scene! (Hey for a lilting lay!) A Royal Prince comes hence once more; The loyal crowds with gladness roar; The girls, agog, are bubbling o’er; The ships are in and Jack’s ashore. (Then hey, down derry for the merriment in store!) For a lilting lay sing hey! Ho! Hail the happee day!
An ode be blowed! We need no goad – (Hey! Hey for a lilting lay!) To urge us on our joyous road. (For a lilting lay Hey! Hey!) So long as it be jolly With a touch of fun and folly – (Sing ho, hi, holly!) Who’s to quarrel with the mode?
For Prince and poet, salts and seers We hymn the tale of pioneers; With eyes upon the future years, Cheers, cheers are in our ears. (For a lilting lay sing hey!) We sing the song of a task well done; Yet sing of labors scarce begun, Still thro’ the centuries to run. We are the children of the sun! (Then hey, down derry for a festival of fun!) Sing hey for a lilting lay! Ho! Hail the happee day!

Herald, 15 October 1934, p6

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