“Old chap! you’re got me fairly hipped—

I’m dying for a spoon!”

“Stand off! Stand off!” the boozer yelled,

And dashed his pewter down:

Her eyes of grey,

Though dimmed to-day,

Glow warm from Sydney town!”

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“Cheer up!” the barmaid cried, “Cheer up!

You’ll be a long time dead.”

“Ah! we have drained the bitter cup,