To the voters of Glen Innes 'twas O'Sullivan that went, <br />To secure the country vote for Mister Hay. <br />So he told 'em what he'd borrowed, and he told 'em what he'd spent, <br />Though extravagance had blown it all away. <br />Said he, "Vote for Hay, my hearties, and wherever we may roam <br />We will borrow, undismayed by Fortune's frown!" <br />When he got his little banjo, and he sang them "Home, Sweet Home!" <br />Why, it made a blessed horse fall down. <br />Then he summoned his supporters, and went spouting through the bush, <br />To assure them that he'd build them roads galore, <br />If he could but borrow something from the "Plutocratic Push", <br />Though he knew they wouldn't lend him any more. <br />With his Coolangatta Croesus, who was posing for the day <br />As a Friend of Labour, just brought up from town: <br />When the Democratic Keystone told the workers, "Vote for Hay", <br />Then another blessed horse fell down! <br /> <br />When the polling day was over, and the promising was done -- <br />The promises that never would be kept -- <br />Then O'Sullivan came homeward at the sinking of the sun, <br />To the Ministerial Bench he slowly crept. <br />When his colleagues said, "Who won it? Is our banner waving high? <br />Has the Ministry retained Glen Innes Town?" <br />Then the great man hesitated, and responded with a sigh -- <br />"There's another blessed seat gone down!"<br /><br />Andrew Barton Paterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gone-down/
