With jewels adown her skirt,
She’s sailed a trip on some desert ship
From the chap in a laundried shirt!
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]OLD BILL BATES.
No, Mister, I’ve no messages ter send along the track
But I thank y’ fer enquiring, jest the same;
Fer it’s mighty near an age agone I wandered from Out-back,
And I dessay they’re forgettin’ this old frame:
But you’ll find a hearty welcome at the far end o’ the pad,
Where the rank and file is nothin’—only mates;