THE "SHINGLE."
When I recall my childhood’s pleasures, It gives me very little joy To know I’m farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy; For I, somehow, recall with sadness My boyhood days, nor can I tell One half my trouble; but the saddest Was the tingle of the “Shingle” As it fell. When I had wished to roam the woodlands, To fish for killies in the pool, Or follow boyhood’s truant fancies, My mother made me go to school. And if I missed a word, the teacher (With book before him, he could spell), Beckoned —and all I then remembered Was the tingle of the “Shingle” As it fell. Whene’er the boys had robbed an orchard, They all escaped, excepting me; I never kissed a pretty schoolmate But someone else was sure to see; And if I hooked my brother's taffv The little cuss was sure to tell— And then, to point the moral lesson, Was the tingle of the “Shingle’ As it fell. —Shamrock.
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Otago Witness, Issue 3112, 5 November 1913, Page 62
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169THE "SHINGLE." Otago Witness, Issue 3112, 5 November 1913, Page 62
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