THE COCKY’S “SPELL."

Stratford Evening Post, Volume XXXIX, Issue 70, 14 July 1914, Page 3

THE COCKY’S “SPELL. "

The cows are dry and on the swedes, Tiie barn is full of hay, We’ve got a good fat bonus With which our hills to pay. So I think that for a week or two, We ought to lot woik rip; And when I’ve done a few odd jobs, I think we’ll take a trip. Tlie kids, I know, will want some clothes, And you will want a dress; And as for me! Well, mine will do, They only want a press. Just get your things all ready, While I get matters straight; To find the place all upside down, is just the thing I hate. The cow-bail wants whitewashing To make it look complete; I’m getting tired of mud and slush, I’ll put down some concrete. And the yard, it. wants some .metal, And the drain is water-logged; it won’t stand one more season, The cows will sure get bogged. l’|| have to split a post or two To mend the boundary fence, For ! don’t like threatening letters, From Stanford or from Spence. The slip-rails want repairing That lead into the swedes; 1 must run round the farm again And clear my noxious weeds. Then 1 think you want a wash-house To keep you in the dry; There are some repairs want doing To the hen-house and the sty. Then the milk stand’s very shaky, It wobbles wiili a breeze. So f think that i must shift it. To the shelter by the trees. There’s that little bit of stumping ! fa that paddock full of fern, I’m going to try and clear it And sow it with lucerne. ! must go and get my Basic. Slag. 1 am now beyond the date; That hay field wants top-dressing Before it is too late.

Tho wood heap’s looking pretty low, The harness wants some od, The milk cart wants a coat of paint Or else the lot will spoil. The gates just want a nmge or two, The fences want a strain, And then that little bit of swamp Will want an extra drain. What’s that you say? Some cows have calved - ! Why, bless me, what’s the date? Here, Mary, get a bustle on, And hand me down that slate. Why, Missus, wo have been asleep, I think our spoil will keep— While we’ve been thinking of our trip The factory starts next week! Well, just never mind, old woman, Another season’s gcaft, And then we’il get the freehold, And laugh _at those tnat laughed. So got your Sunday clobber off, J’Tl don mv dungarees; And we’ll go up to tho cowshed, And give those cows a squeeze.! —Neuchahip, Stratford.