THE HONEYMOON SHIP.

Lake County Press, Issue 2788, 5 June 1919, Page 5

THE HONEYMOON SHIP.

(Ships with two thousand New Zealand soldiers and their English wives are leaving Torquay.—News item.) The girls are ours, we won them fair, (We captives held by a hank of hair): Its ours to labour and plot and plan, That eaoh may live to respect her man ; May laugh and live and enjoy life's morn— And stand four-square with the Nativeborn. The captain loves his little girl who lisps of London Town, Carnation, lily, lily, rose; and light as thistle-down. She's straight and clean and thonoughbred, and sure to stand the paie; But there's little light or laughter—will she ever stand the place ? The major made his marriage with a length of tempered steel, Who has lived about the stables with a lot of dogß at heel. She is trained to pick her panel, and she doesn't mind a fall, But a statiou-hacK won't suit her . . . and she'll rather miss The Hall. The lieutenant has a flapper, silken legs and little more, Who will learn through days of dullness how to run a country store. You may hear her high voice crackle like the thorns beneath a pot. Is she suited for tho business ?—Well I'd rather think she's not ! See that grizzle-headed dinkum with hie chosen little Waac— Short and sturdy, deep and solid, strong enough to take the track— She's a dreadful country accent and a voice like sawing tin . . . But the the digger thinks she loves him, and she's " on" through thick and thin. The girls are ours and we take them back> To God knows where on a half-lost track. From city and village and country seat, From shop and bar and the weary street; And they must smile, though their hearts arc toru — And stand four-squaio with the Native born! —Godfbey Turner (in Home paper).