Coo-ee Reciter

<h2 id="WOOL_IS_UP"><i>WOOL IS UP.</i></h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Earth o'erflows with nectared gladness,<br/></span> <span class="i2">All creation teems with joy;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Banished be each thought of sadness,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Life for me has no alloy.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Fill a bumper!&mdash;drain a measure,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Pewter! goblet! tankard! cup!<br/></span> <span class="i0">Testifying thus our pleasure<br/></span> <span class="i2">At the news that "Wool is up."<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">'Thwart the empires, 'neath the oceans,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Subtly speeds the living fire;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Who shall tell what wild emotions<br/></span> <span class="i2">Spring from out that thridden wire?<br/></span> <span class="i0">"Jute is lower&mdash;copper weaker,"<br/></span> <span class="i2">This will break poor neighbour Jupp;<br/></span> <span class="i0">But for me, I shout "Eureka!"<br/></span> <span class="i2">Wealth is mine&mdash;for wool is up!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">What care I for jute or cotton,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Sugar, copper, hemp, or flax!<br/></span> <span class="i0">Reeds like these are often rotten,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Turn to rods for owners' backs.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Fortune! ha! I have thee holden<br/></span> <span class="i2">In what Scotia calls a "grup,"<br/></span> <span class="i0">All my fleeces now are golden,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Full troy weight&mdash;for wool is up!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I will dance the gay fandango<br/></span> <span class="i2">(Though to me its steps be strange),<br/></span> <span class="i0">Doubts and fears, you all can hang go!<br/></span> <span class="i2">I will cut a dash on 'Change.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Atra Cura, you will please me<br/></span> <span class="i2">By dismounting from my crup&mdash;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Per&mdash;you no more shall tease me,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Pray get down&mdash;for wool is up!<br/></span> <span class="pagenum">[42]</span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Jane shall have that stylish bonnet<br/></span> <span class="i2">Which my scanty purse denied;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Long she set her heart upon it,<br/></span> <span class="i2">She shall wear it now with pride.<br/></span> <span class="i0">I will buy old Dumper's station,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Reign as king at Gerringhup,<br/></span> <span class="i0">For my crest a bust of Jason,<br/></span> <span class="i2">With this motto, "Wool is up."<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I will keep a stud extensive;<br/></span> <span class="i2">Bolter, here! I'll have those greys,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Those Sir George deemed too expensive,<br/></span> <span class="i2">You can send them&mdash;with the bays.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Coursing! I should rather think so;<br/></span> <span class="i2">Yes, I'll take that "Lightning" pup;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Jones, my boy, you needn't wink so,<br/></span> <span class="i2">I can stand it&mdash;wool is up!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Wifey, love, you're looking charming,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Years with you are but as days;<br/></span> <span class="i0">We must have a grand house-warming<br/></span> <span class="i2">When these painters go their ways.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Let the ball-room be got ready,<br/></span> <span class="i2">Bid our friends to dance and sup:<br/></span> <span class="i0">Bother! <i>how</i> can I "go steady"?<br/></span> <span class="i2">I'm worth thousands&mdash;wool is up!<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0"><span class="smcap">Garnet Walch.</span><br/></span></div> </div> <hr class="chap" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />