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The Threepenny Bar.

Written for The Te Aroha News. The dreams of our youthtime are shattered We know at last what we are, Standing homeless and loveless and tattered To our drinks in’lie threepenny Bar. The schemes of our teens ar3 all broken, Our prospects have gone all agee, We live now to smoke and to soak in This haven of threepenny glee. We have lapsed from the prospects of fas; ion, We are reft of incentive and star, Save the cheap rings that sparkle and flash On the girl in the threepenny Bar. We have planned •to be Kings and are cashless, We have vowed to be great and are naught, We are drifting down rivers all splashless. With tatters and weariness fraught. We are old and are darn’d and are drunken Wo are customers now of the “ threps,” We have left the saloons where with spunk in Cur young veins, we once used to step, We are passed by the new breed of smart men As we passed in the years that lie far, Ere we ceased to be strivers and smart

men. Or had sunk to the threepenny Bar. Now we never hold converse with

woman, Save such as the damsel in here, We are sinking to levels inhuman Through the current of livers of

beer. We are outcast and banished forever, only

One door is always ajar, It leads to that grave of endeavour,

Pint and the threepenny Bar. The schemes of our youthtime have withered,

The flower is dead in our hearts ; Where we spoke once with wit we have flitt 'red

Steering on by the devil’s own

charts, We are mindless, and brainless, and bloodless,

We are derelict craft on the Shoal ; Wc arc laid by a tide that is floodless, Sinking down in the sands of our goal ! The dreams of our youthtime are shattered, And wo know at long loss, what we

are, Standing bleary, and beaided, and

battered To our drinks in the threepenny Bar

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Bibliographic details
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Te Aroha News, Volume XXVII, Issue 43386, 14 November 1908, Page 3

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334

The Threepenny Bar. Te Aroha News, Volume XXVII, Issue 43386, 14 November 1908, Page 3

The Threepenny Bar. Te Aroha News, Volume XXVII, Issue 43386, 14 November 1908, Page 3

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