THE IRRIGATION AGE. 



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Duke's son cook's son son of a 



hundred kings. 

 (Fifty thousand horse and foot go 



ing to Table Bay). 

 Each of 'em doing his country's 



work (and who's to look after 



their things?) 

 Pass the hat for your credit s sake 



and pay pay pay! 



'There are girls he married secret, asking 

 no permission to 



For he knew he wouldn't get it if he 

 did; 



There is gas and coal and vittles and the 

 house rent falling due, 



And its more than rather likely there's 

 a kid. 



There are girls he walked with casual; 

 they'll be sorry now he's gone. 



For an absent minded beggar they will 

 find him; 



But it ain't the time for sermons with the 

 winter coming on 



We must help the girl that Tommy 

 left behind him. 



Cook's son Duke's son son of a 



belted Kul 

 Son of a LjHiubeth publican it's all 



the same today; 



Kach of 'em doing his country s 

 work (and who's to look after 



the girl?) 



Pass the hat for your credit's sake, 

 and pay pay pay! 



There are families by thousands far too 

 proud to beg or speak. 



And they'll put their sticks and bed- 

 ding up the spout, 



And they'll live on half o' nothing paid 

 'em punctual once a week, 



'Cause the man earned the wages is 

 ordered out. 



He's an absent minded beggar, but he 

 heard his country's call, 



Anr 1 his regiment didn't need to send 

 to find him. 



He chucked his job and joined in so the 

 job before us all 



Is to help the home that Tommy's left 

 behind him. 



Duke's job cook's job gardener, 



baronet, groom 

 Mews of palace or paper-shop 



there's some one gone away, 

 Each of 'em doing his country's 

 work (and who's to look after 



room?) 



Pass the hat for your credit's sake 

 and pay pay- pay. 



Let us manage so as later we can look him 

 in the face 



And tell him what he'd very much 

 prefer 



That while he saved the empire his em- 

 ployer saved his place, 



And his mates (that you and me) 

 looked out for her. 



He's an absent minded beggar, and he may 

 forget it all; 



But we do not want his kiddies to 

 remind him 



That we sent him to the workhouse while 

 their daddy hammered Paul. 



So we'll help the home that Tommy's 

 left behind him. 



Cook's home home of a million- 

 aire 



(Fifty thousand horse and foot go- 

 ing to Table Bay), 



Each of 'em doing his country's 

 woi k (and what have you to 

 spare?) 



Pass the hat for your credit's sake 

 and pay pay pay! 



