Eileen Aroon.
Kindling the morning fixe, Using the broom, Just a sweet Irish girl — Eileen Aroon. Grossed th© wide sea, to claim Liberty's boon; Maoriland owns her now — Eileen Aroon. Ckmbing the mountain-side, "Sandals for shoom," Bright eyes and glowing cheeks — Eileen Aroon. Keeping the gairdleax trim, Helping to prime, Warm heart and willing hands — Eileen Aroon. Setting the knives and forks, "Dinner at noon," Duties and smiles combined — Eileen Aroon. Stirring the saucepan, now Witih' a big spoon, What pretty arms she has — Eileen Aroon. Ready when mother is, "Gaun tae th } toon" ; What pretty things she wears — Eileen Aroon. Watching the kettle boil, "Tea ready soon" ; Just the right kind of girl — Eileen Aroon. Soothing the baby now With a soft croon ; What a sweet voice she has — Eileen Aroon. Reading beside the fire. Sweet "Lorna Doone" ; Was that a tear that fell, Eileen Aroon? White as a Idly now, Pale as the moon, Whom are you thinking of, Eileen Aroon? "Exile," in the "Otago Witness."
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Free Lance, Volume VI, Issue 278, 28 October 1905, Page 16
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168Eileen Aroon. Free Lance, Volume VI, Issue 278, 28 October 1905, Page 16
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