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Pray let me introduce to you Citizens of the village who
 * Frequent the Recreation.

The Recreation is a place run on model lines, Superb are its appointments—most excellent it’sits [sic] wines. Here when all is going well And worries are consigned to hell Citizens meet and with toast and debate, Settle affairs of country and State. No question too big or yet too small, They discuss the lot and settle them all, And foremost ever ’midst the throng, Is comedian, running along.

Now was smacked at Armentieres, Where lived the lady who for forty years Hadn’t been kissed till he came along— You know the rest, you’ve heard the song.

One day in the midst of a keen debate, One he dared to state— “The Green and Yellow willlwill [sic] never entwine No more than shandy and bubbly wine, An’ handy, you’ll want one yet To keep Old Ireland out of the wet.” Then he rose in rightful wrath, And from his lips these words burst forth— “The Green and Yellow will never entwine? I give you the live the facts are mine! And here and now I’ll prove to you That Nature’s made provision to Entwine the Yellow and the Green— The finest combine ever seen. Here, how can you pass The fact that green it grows the grass? The fact that cows consume the same? The fact that from cows butter came? The fact that butter’s Yellow you Admit? Ah, yes!! Of course you do!