THE SONG OF THE MUDLARK.
Porridgy mud and stones — Stones and porridgy mud : Plugging along with a swimming brain, No hope of reaching a friendly train, No shelter for miles from the drenching rain That falls in a perfect flood ! Porridgy mud and stones — Stones and porridgy mud : Rough on my tyre — hope it won't go "pop"! Rough on my legs — I am fit to drop ! Rough on my temper — which aint tip-top As an angel's in the bud ! Porridgy mud and stonesStones and porridgy mud : If the savage that "made" this road were by, I should leap from my wheel with a f renzidd cry, And, if there were never a blue coat nigh, I should have his accurrrrrrsed blood ! A Weatherbeaten Wheelman.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2003, 14 July 1892, Page 32
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124THE SONG OF THE MUDLARK. Otago Witness, Issue 2003, 14 July 1892, Page 32
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