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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXII, Issue XXI, 21 May 1904, Page 22

Current Verse.

When Yer Ma M* Me Get Tied. (T. It. ANDKKWR.) Ther’ wa’n’t no fuss an* feathers, an* ther wa’n’t no great parade, Ner ther’ wa’n’t no weddin’-breakfast, ncr no weddin’-marches played, It wa’n’t no High Noon weddin’; ’twas dark as Sambo's hide, . ’Cause yer gran dad wa’n’t Invited when yer ma an' me got tied. Ther’ wa’n’t no string o’ kerridges lined up in front th’ door, But jes’ my old red sulky with th’ grajr mare hitched afore; An’ yer ma slid down a bed-cord while I held icy arms out wide So’s to ketch her ef she stumbled, when yer ma an’ me got tied. We didn’t give no invites, an’ ther’ wa’n’t no kinfolk there, But you couldn’t jes’ have called it a quietlike affair, Fer her dad wa’n’t far behind us, an’ th* gray mare like to died . ? A-scootin’ for th’ parson’s when yer ma an* me got tied. Th’ patson didn’t wear no robe, nor none too many clo’es, Jes’ pants an’ coat an’ night-cap an’ th’ specs upon his nose; An’ some folks of his was present, so’s it couldn’t be denied That th’ thing was did all hunky when yer ma an’ me* got tied. Ther’ wa’n’t nobody weepin’ nor a-shakin* hands around. But jes’ about th’ finish ther’ come a smashiu’ sound, An’ yer granddad struck th’ weddin’ jes’ In time to kiss the bride. An’ his la ng n idge—it was awful, when yer mu an’ me got tied.