THE " ANTIS" OF PLATE COVE--BY MARK WALKER

Chorus:

Hurrah for the "Antis" of Plate Cove,
A real little patriot band,
Who used their exertions November
To down the Confederate clan.

The day that the Poll Booth was opened
The" Antis" and "Cons" they were there?
The flag of cursed confederation
Was gallantly marched to the rear.
Keough he struck Newel, the bearer,
And trampled the rag to the ground;
Mavoureen he struck Neddy Humby
And frightened the Abbots and Brown.

Then out came that chap of the Brennan's
A son to the leader in strife,
He took an oak stave in the morning
And swore he would have" Antis" life;
He soon was perceived by those heroes
Descendants of old Granu-Aile,
Who tumbled him into a mud pool
And followed the Brennans on trail.

The next was the great Patagonian,
Both matchless in manner and size;
He first talked in favour of "Antis",
Then joined the Confederate side.
The gang got a tub of old "soldiers"
And pelted him down to his door ;
His mother did not know her offspring
Till she washed him a dozen times o'er.

Oh, boys, if you saw the fair Jenny,
I'm sure you would pity her case,
And if she was handy to Ridley
He may sympathise with her Grace;
Poor thing, she is half broken?hearted,
Since the "Antis " they have gained the day,
Short shoes and long corns may attend her
Is the wish of all Bonavis' Bay.

And now to conclude this short ditty,
I hope a good lesson we've taught,
And touters sent here from the city
Have learned that Plate Cove can't be bought.
Our fathers came here to get freedom,
Their sons will not barter way ;
Then hurrah for the "Antis" of Plate Cove,
The "Athens" of Bonavis' Bay.