REFLECTIONS.
In Franee I used to like to stroll With sparkling-cyed Marie : A. barmaid— yes— but, bless her soul, None truer lived than she! We'd wander nightly, hand in hand; How sweet those mem'ries areAlas, I miss ray barmaid, and Alas, I miss the bar ! Marie was not so strong for siyle, Nor keen for etiquette, But slie could cheer me with her smile, And she could spoon, you bet! " Her glance was like a warm caress : By George, she was a star ! And" ko l'm longing for her— yes, And longing for her bar. Of course, my sweetheart here in town Means all the world to me; I'd not attempt to tura. her down. For any sweet Marie. A barmaid wife might prove too gay, My whole career might mar, So I'H forget Marie; but, say — Could you forget that bar?
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Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 5, 16 April 1920, Page 14
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142REFLECTIONS. Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 5, 16 April 1920, Page 14
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