SOMEBODY’S DARLING.
He bows his head in sorrow, His fist is in his eye, And waits not till the morrow, But at onee begins to cry.
Had you seen him in the morning, When first turned out to play, As, with curls his head adorning, He went smiling on his way.
But now he’s mud bespotted, His | inafore is torn, And curls have all got knotted ; This child is so forlorn. Is there no one to clean him ’ Not one to take the bother, And in loving arms to screen him ? Why yes, of course, his mother. Masterton. M.A.P.
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 27, 4 July 1891, Page 139
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99SOMEBODY’S DARLING. New Zealand Graphic, Volume VIII, Issue 27, 4 July 1891, Page 139
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