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TO.W.D.L.

"HE CAN'T TUNE A PIANO." (To the Editor of the Herald.) My jehu bold, of horses black, We'll sing your praise, m stately verse; We'll give "old Waehsmann the sack, Andl put poor Darkio m a hearse. And when you've lived a few more years, And learnt to wear a smaller hat, For "tuning" you'll shed no more tears; There's other things that beat you pat. You'll harbors bhg build with the best; Do things that pile the taxes on j But then, alas! you get no rest — • You cannot beat old honest John. You're not too bad at letters long, From juries verdicts oft you snatch; Your butter's good, your bacon strong, But. then, the "kunii" you can't catch. So. cheer up, dear old Okitu, And stop you're senseless bleating; Thex*e'e <me thing more yw» cannot do, And that is, Take a beating.

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Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXXIV, Issue 11109, 25 October 1907, Page 5

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TO.W.D.L. Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXXIV, Issue 11109, 25 October 1907, Page 5

TO.W.D.L. Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXXIV, Issue 11109, 25 October 1907, Page 5