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But wandering around I arrived at a chair, Occupied by a man with unkempt grey hair.

I looked at him in silence his features to read, And thought to myself this is surely Jack Ned.

I listened some longer his tongue known to me, And I said to myself where next will he be.

George Mayhew was there as gay as a lark,

And he tried to decoy Stewart into the dark;

But failing in this he commenced then to sob,

But his tears were dried up by his wee brother Bob.

The teacher came there and the Creamers also, Frank, Gorden and Garfield all in one row;

Fred Crossman appeared lately home from the West, And the boys all declared Ruby shone on his breast.

Florence Morrison arrived all decorated with laces, Gordon Thompson and Dora with large freckled faces; Emma was there and Alfred Kehoe,

Likewise George Delaney with his young brother Low.

Hattie Dawson was truly the finest girl that I saw,

If she once had her teeth well fixed in her jaw;

Laura Pooley was present with new teeth got this fall. But poor Florence Inman was not there at all.

Having set all this while I wished to retire, And arose from my chair and went out to the fire;

When I arrived at this place boys what did I see, But Mrs. Phil Simmons on Dan Quigley’s knee.

Now people to draw this verse to a close,

The luncheon was light as everyone knows;

And instead of the chicken, the goose, and mince pie, They got some cold cider for which they paid high.

Their throats being quite parched by the dust from the

floor They drank from big goblets and hollered for more;

Oh! things were going merrily for Daniel I think, By the way he hopped briskly and gathered the jink.

When darkness had vanished and the great sun arose, They looked around wildly and called for their clothes; But their dull care-worn look seemed plainly to say; Such revelling at night makes you tired the next day.