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TBIOLET. The wixda brisg me the memory of you, The orchard tceit of spring ia in the air, B'-w softly am I bathed, made white anew! The wisds bring me the memory of yon, And waft away the dust of days on rue, Till lo! yoar image lies uncovered there. The winds bring me the memory of yon, 2ha orc'card scent cf spring is in the air, —I'DWiBD BeODHKUHC. LITILB WILLIE. They cut pa's trcuaers down forme; I don'c get nothing new; I have to wear his old clothes cut, his old suspenders, tco! His hats and &hoes don't fit: mo, bat I
a'pose they will some day. i And then they'll come to me instead of being thrown away I My sieter Grace is twenty-two And she can sing and play, And what she wears ia always ne* — Not stuff that's thrown away! She puts on style, 1 tell you what! She dresses out of sight; She's proud and haughty and she's got A beau 'most every night. I never get new thingß to wear ; I'm just a boy, you see. And any old thing's good enough to doctor up for me! Most everything that I've got on one day belonged to pa— When sister's through with her fine things she hands 'em up to ma !
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Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 380, 20 August 1903, Page 2
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218POETRY Alexandra Herald and Central Otago Gazette, Issue 380, 20 August 1903, Page 2
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