Punch, or the London Charivari, Vol. 152, May 30, 1917 by Various
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led to much thought and inquiry."--_Vegetarian Messenger_.
In spite of a natural disinclination to look a gift sausage in the mouth. * * * * * A CALL TO THE COW PONIES. They sent us from Coorong and Cooper The pick of the Wallaby Track To serve us as gunner and trooper, To serve us as charger and hack; From Budgeribar to Blanchewater They rifled the runs of the West, That whatever his fate in the slaughter A man might ride home on the best. We dealt with the distant Dominion, We bought in the far Argentine; The worth of our buyers' opinion Is proved to the hilt in the line; The Clydes from the edge of the heather, The Shires from the heart of the grass, And the Punches are pulling together The guns where the conquerors pass. So come with us, buckskin and sorrel, And come with us, skewbald and bay; Your country's girth-deep in the quarrel, |
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