Tag Archive for: J. M. Lewis

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HER ROUNDELAY.

HER ROUNDELAY. 442.2 It won't be long Till hens will lay Fresh eggs again, And every day: And cackle loud, And cacklo long. In an exultant Glory song: A large fresh egg. And one a day: This is the old hen's Round-o'-lay. …

From the Undertakers

From the Undertakers. 223.11 A bit of shredded gullet, A bit of udder, toO; Some lamb dead prematurely. All fixed up in a stew: Put in a can and Inbeled. The appetite to quicken, In faring words and colors- "Perfection Potted Chicken." …