A CLEAN IHTTY. The waters lapped melodiously, Against Ihe high white cliffs, Two ivory craft dipped o’er the swells, Two merry dancing skills. Our hero’s soul filled with the scene, lie raised his voice in song, And o’er the enamel mountain tops His chant rose clear and strong, lie sang of tin; woods, Ihe dells, the fields, Of each beautiful plant and shrub, Arid as lie sang, the neighbours knew That Jones was in the tub.
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Waikato Times, Volume 97, Issue 15152, 27 January 1923, Page 14 (Supplement)
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87Page 14 Advertisements Column 1 Waikato Times, Volume 97, Issue 15152, 27 January 1923, Page 14 (Supplement)
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