NAPIER NOBS.
The poor old chap is stoney now, But he had money once, I vow ;; Into his soul The iron stole Which once he sold and—thaj; is how., ■ ' ( ■
He's a ripping good business, full of fun. . ' • Lightering cargoes at seven bob a . ton!. ' . Let every sonny Who wants to make moneyi Of lightermen also be one.
A lover of the truth is he, And to its virtue holds the key. For m the hollow of his hand A "Truth" is crumpled, understand ; No wonder tnat his manner's free.
{Betired Stafcionowner). He made a fortune shearing sheep r And then retired life's joys to reap. Oh, John, we grant You, without cant, That of your luck we'd like a peep.
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NZ Truth, Issue 57, 21 July 1906, Page 5
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120NAPIER NOBS. NZ Truth, Issue 57, 21 July 1906, Page 5
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