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[Page 17]
G. Colquhoun,
Solicitor.
103 Elizabeth Street,
Sydney. 188
Up'ards!
A perky night was a comin down
As a young chap past through a country town;
In his fist he clutched a tattered flag,
An' this 'ere motter was on the rag –
"Up'ards!"
From under his old tile's battered rim
His dark eyes flashed like a tallier glim;
He lookt not to left, he lookt not to right,
But continnerly hollered with all his might –
"Up'ards!"
Three times thro' winders did he see
Three sevril families takin' tea;
He smelt the cakes, yet never swerved;
But as he dropt a tear observed –
"Up'ards!"
Says a cute old feller – "young cove take care,
"There's a rotten old pine tree fixt up there,
"Sure's eggs is eggs, it'll fall on yer head."
The young man only winkt and sed –
"Up'ards"
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