 | On two strings |  |
47
BILL CARTER'S THANKS.
You never lost your pluck, Old Woman,
Never whimpered, never broke,
You splendid bit of female human
As ever faced an ugly stroke!
Never whimpered, never broke,
You splendid bit of female human
As ever faced an ugly stroke!
With heart for every kind of labour,
Sleeves at elbow, chin well out,
You've been a rainbow for your neighbour,
And saving sunshine, not a doubt.
Sleeves at elbow, chin well out,
You've been a rainbow for your neighbour,
And saving sunshine, not a doubt.
Old Girl, I love you! Crisp and plucky,
Full of just the greatest grit!
When first I found you I was lucky—
Here's hearty thanks to God for it!
Full of just the greatest grit!
When first I found you I was lucky—
Here's hearty thanks to God for it!
| On two strings | |