"The Common Fate."

Air — "Glou, Glou," from La Mascotte. —(Audran.)

Duet —
All flesh is grass and rank it grows
Where Brookie's cow apart reposes,

And where she's gone Kirk's emu goes
And where Brook's dog do longer noses.

She might have been the latest "slide,"
And doctored for Kirk's lantern lecture:

Or been for tender veal supplied,
We can but surmise and conjecture.

Bovine's song is sweet,
Softly muttons bleat:
Lowing near and far, moo, moo, moo,
Musical are sheep, baa, baa!

Fonder of beef I am,
Dearer it is than lamb.
Though that's pretty dear, moo, moo, moo,
If you book with Gear, baa, baa!

It's clear that bird and beast were made
For cooks and for Victoria College,

For if not edible, they're flayed
By Kirk, and salted down for knowledge.

It may be cow, it may be frog,
The end's the same, whate'er the details,

And either Kirk or Gear's top-dog,
The one dissects, the other retails.

You will find "Lucy" alright.

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Brothers-in-Blood.

Air—"The Screw may Twist," from "Yeomen of Guard (Sullivan).

Octette—
Merry Slaughtermen are we, men of heart and men of brain,
And you see us from our labours fresh and gory;
We've a lengthy pedigree, which goes back as far as Cain,
On the Cattlefield we seek undying glory.
We're the Argonauts of Grease, for we seek the Golden Fleece,
And in sharing it we neither err nor bungle;
On the Slaughterhouse's floors we are Spanish Toreadors,
We're the fierce and stealthy tigers of the "Jungle."

Chorus.
Our screw may rise, our screw may fall,
It matters not to us at all,
For if there's aught that we do not like.
Our remedy's a good fat strike.

Bis.

From the meadow to the coop, from the shambles to the soup,
Is a journey made by many a juicy ovine.
If there's any chance of loss, now we sacrifice the bos,
Where in former days men sacrificed the bovine.
Now when wool goes up in flames, a select commission aims
On a germ to place the blame of all the burning;
But Easterfield's small fee is a guinea for each flea,
As the only festive germ in bales sojourning.

Chorus.
And wool may rise, and wool may fall,
It matters not to us at all,
For if there's aught that we do not like,
Our remedy's a good fat strike.

Bis.

We still do a slashing biz, though a new sect has ariz
Which intends to do away with all the cooking;
What they live on heaven knows, but some stuff they call Bromose,
And a good square feed when no one else is looking.
But we've got no cause for fear, for there's nothing out of Gear
In the strongholds of Ngahauranga and Petone,
And the beasts that manned the Ark bore the meat inspector's mark,
From the Hippo to the tiniest Polony.

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Chorus.
Our screw may rise, our screw may fall,
It matters not to us at all,
For if there's aught that we do not like,
Our remedy's a good fat strike.

Bis.

Chorus.

Air— "No possible doubt whatever," from "The Gondoliers" (Sullivan).

An altar stood in days of yore
To fleeces white and golden;
'Twas a kind of a sort of a temple or
A shrine to the sheep, the bull, the boar,
Which now might be called an abattoir
For the sacrifices olden.

Chorus—
This temple stood for men without
A vegetarian liver;
Of that there can be no possible doubt,
No granular, scramular shadow of doubt,
No granular doubt whatever.

The priests who serve that shrine of old
And lead the sheep to slaughter,
In a highly delectable caste all hold
As brothers-in-blood (so the tale is told),
And deep is the oath of that sweet fold,
It is thicker much than water.

Chorus—
They keep together, song or shout
For wage, for hours, and they never
Admit of any shadow of doubt,
Any jugular, struggular shadow of doubt,
No jugular vein whatever.

But now they swear through stress and strife
In unions fast and faster,
On the hilt and the haft of the butcher's knife,
That there's not a sheep will lose its life
Unless all the fleece with gold is rife,
So they'll sacrifice the master.

Chorus—
Conciliation now they scout,
And Arbitration's over,
Whene'er there is no shadow of doubt,
No budgular, judgular shadow of doubt,
Of slaughtermen reaping clover.

Smoke "Lucy Hinton" Tobacco.