THE PLEASURES OF HOP PICKING

NZ Truth, Issue 509, 20 March 1915, Page 5

THE PLEASURES OF HOP PICKING

I'm Susie Sweet and city bred And, having no employ, ' I thought, m order to be fed And earn my saveloy, I'd pop oft where all folks were popping, To Motueka'a fields a-hopping. I paid my way (which now I rue) — . , The ship might have been cleaner — To pick the hops the brewers brew And pick up some few "deener," I went ashore and did ■ some shop- ■ ping . And .then hopped m •to do my hopping.

Those folks who talk of verdant fields, And of the rural life, Should know the wealth the "picking" yields. For man and kids and wife. When through the rain and slush you're slopping, .* 'Tis then you know the joy of hopping. From dewy morn till dewy night, Like "six months with hard labor," I pick with all ray main and might, As did my next door neighbor. t worked like— Heav'n— and, without , ; . I almost made my keep at hopping.

The flies flew off with all my meat, And someone "watched" my ticker; You gay boys, think of Susie Sweet, When pouring down your "snicker," And, when around the pubs you're fopplng, Just pity me, who went a-hopping. I'm back again, and glad I am : To see the gay lights glitter. I'm mad enough to swear ad — m; Like hops, my thoughts are bitter. So, while m every bar you're dropping, Drinkvito the girls who did the hopping. .'■■■'• ~v;;:. •■<:;.'