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The  audience  smiled,  the  minister  coughed.
                                The little boys in  the  corner laughed,
                                The  tenor-man shook  like  an  aspen  leaf,
                                And  hid  his face  in  his  handkerchief.

                                And poor  Aunt Nellie  never could  tell
                                   How  she  finished  that terrible  strain,
                                But says  that  nothing  on  earth  would  tempt
                                   Her to go  through  the same scene again.
                                So,  we have  decided,  perhaps  'tis  best,
                                For  her  sake,  ours  and  all the  rest,
                                That we wait,  maybe  for  a. year or two,
                                Ere  our  baby  re-enter  the  family pew.
                                                                  M in n ie  M.' Gow.



                                         W HERE  THE  MINCE  PIE  GROWS,

                                   1"  T IT L E  Sam Sugartooth said to himself,
                                   1  y   As  he  sat by a great big  rose;
                                       “ I wish  I  could  go  with  a fairy elf
                                     To the land  where  the  mince  pie grows*
                                   I ’d sit all  day, in  a  dreamy  way,
                                     And  I'd  watch  them  bud and  bloom,
                                  And I'd eat  and  eat of  the fruit so  sweet
                                     Just as  long  as my  stomach had room."

                                  Little  Sam  Sugartooth fell  asleep,
                                     And  as sure as  the tale  I tell,
                                  The  elfins  softly  round  did  creep,
                                     And  the boss  one  said:  “ 'T is well.”
                                  With  a  graceful  hand he  waved  his wand,
                                     And  sleeping  Sam  arose
                                  Oil the elfins’  backs,  and they  all  made  track.?
                                     For  the land  where the mince pie grows.
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