ROUNDABOUTS AND SWINGS

ROUNDABOUTS AND SWINGS

IT was early last September nigh to Framlin'am-on-

Sea,
An' 'twas Fair-day come to-morrow, an5 the time was

after tea.
An' I met a painted caravan a-down a dusty

lane,
A Pharaoh with his waggons comin' jolt an' creak an'

strain ;
A cheery cove an' sunburnt, bold o' eye and wrinkled

up,
An' beside 5im on the splashboard sat a brindled

tarrier pup,

An' a lurcher wise as Solomon an' lean as fiddle-
strings
Was joggin' in the dust along 'is roundabouts and

swings.

" Goo'-day," said 9e ; " Goo'-day,'? said I ; " an'
'ow d'you find things go.
An' what's the chance o' millions when you runs a
travellin' show ? " 10
" I find," said 'e, " things very much as 'ow I've
always found,
For mostly they goes up and down or else goes round
and round."
Said 'e, cc The job's the very spit o' what it always
were,
It's bread and bacon mostly when the dog don't
catch a 'are ; .
But lookin' at it broad, an' while it ain't no merchant
king's,
What's lost upon the roundabouts we pulls up on the
swings ! "
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