“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,