SWEET MARJORAM.

_"Sweet Marjoram! Sweet Marjoram!"_
(Sang an old dame standing on the kerb);
"You may hear a thousand ballads,
You may pick a thousand salads,
Ere you light on such another herb.

_Sweet Marjoram! Sweet Marjoram!_
(Let its virtues evermore be sung);
Oh, 'twill make your Sunday clo'es gay,
If you wear it in a nosegay,
Pretty mistress, like when I was young.

_"Sweet Marjoram! Sweet Marjoram!_
(Sing of sweet old gardens all a-glow);
It will scent your dower drawer, dear,
Folk would strew it on the floor, dear,
Long ago--long ago--long ago.

_"Sweet Marjoram! Sweet Marjoram!"_
_(Sang the old dame standing on the kerb);_
_"You may hear a thousand ballads,_
_You may pick a thousand salads,_
_Ere you light on such another herb."_

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"The recipients [of the medals] were:--Sergeant W.A. Norris, D.C.M. and