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GATE MONEY A SONG OF PRAISE.

Whnt is't tbnt brings me joy divine. That helps me sumptuously to dine, And furnishes eignrs and wine?— "Why, gate money. What is't thnt pays my tnllor's bill, That Raven tlie cares of haul; or till. Or shoj). or work, or thought, or skill?— Why, gate money. Why Is it that I look so sleek, And brave it with colonial ehook? — Because I gather week by week My gate money. "All meals at sixpence" has no charm To tempt me into precincts warm, But at the pubs. I take no harm On gate money. Xo boss have I to giv<> the sack, Or bul depart when things are slack: A mine of wealth is at my back— Dear gate money. lUest bo the day when toll and I Some difference had Mini bade me fly To dwell beneath a brighter sky With gate money. And here on ATaitemata's shore I'll work tbe trick for evermore, And bless that providential store Of gate money. —Yours very, very truly, GRATEFUL TOMMY (Address various).

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Auckland Star, Volume XXXII, Issue 46, 23 February 1901, Page 4 (Supplement)

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GATE MONEY A SONG OF PRAISE. Auckland Star, Volume XXXII, Issue 46, 23 February 1901, Page 4 (Supplement)

GATE MONEY A SONG OF PRAISE. Auckland Star, Volume XXXII, Issue 46, 23 February 1901, Page 4 (Supplement)