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Blue Mountain Rhymes, Grave and Gay
by R. Ogilvie Rodger,
published by Quin & Rodger, Tapanui 1914, p. 29
The Flitting
I'm feeling like a man today,
And whom have I to thank?
Just Mr and Mrs Peter Hay,
Who live at "Elm Bank."
They're coming to take me away,
I've got so lean and lank;
To feed me up on curds and whey
At routhy "Elm Bank."
The doctor said unto R.A.;
"beware he don't get damp;
the least excitement," he said "may
put out your Uncle's lamp."
Then how can I get down the way?
For it I cannot shank;
But Pat McCann he says that they
Will take me on a plank.
And here they come with ambulance dray,
Two chestnuts looking spank;
And Pat himself to drive away
The Bard to "Elm Bank."
We very soon got under way,
Me stretched on Patrick's plank,
With old John Edgar, kind and grey,
To watch I played no prank.
Besides him I'd a girl that day,
To give me brandy swank,
In case I fainted on the way
To bonny "Elm Bank."
I like a mouse, had nought to say,
Till they pulled out the plank;
And then I showed them all the way
To bunk in "Elm Bank."
And when in bed I safely lay,
I said "you all I thank;
But when I next go up the way
I hope I will it shank."
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