From which I am wholly debarr’d.
Whilst the “guns” I had asked to my moor,
At Pittwithiebothie, N.B.;
Big bags are content to secure
By blazing away without me!
Yes, I think of these fortunate men,
As I aimlessly wander about,
Or rush to my place now and then,
When Biggar attempts a “count out.”
And sometimes I doze till I dream