Tis for Bill Howell, he's a bit of a lank.
And " Cock Father" crows above him on the bank.

Tis for the "Governor's Bridge", it's built firm and strong.
Built there for the purpose of Billy and Bob.

Tis for Johnny Cozy, got his nose to the door,
And "Old Dorman', his feet on the stove, as he blows the snot from his nose.

Go down along the shore, tumble over the rocks,
And on the point, you'll find Uncle Fox.

My Father's Baccy Pouch

By Matilda Rumbolt

Twas a dark and windy morning,
as we headed for our trap.
Not knowin' what we would find there.
Or what we would bring back.

We reached our destination
it was as windy as could be.
The trap was hard to hold
Finally we had to set her free.

I got a knife and tried
to cut the rope, it was so firm.
Another wave, she struck the boat
and the knife went in my arm.

I reached into my pocket and pulled
out my baccy pouch. I had to
stop the bleeding. But boys.
Oh Boys!_______Ooch!!

The cut was in my wrist you see.
So we had to think real fast.
We headed for the nursing station.
Cause too much time had passed.


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