The New Zealand Railways Magazine, Volume 5, Issue 2 (June 2, 1930)
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Lady-Birds.
The ladies, God bless ’em,
God bless ’em, the ladies;
We bow to their prowess,
And unship our “cadies,”
We're not above shouting,
“Hurrah” or “Tres bon,”
When they bring home the bacon,
By air from Ceylon,
Or hop to Australia
From London (by ’plane).
Then hop off to Antimacassar again,
Or some other place
(Any country will serve),
Believe us, dear sisters,
We're proud of your nerve,
And not a bit jealous,
Or piqued by the pip
(Though it's hard to suspect
That we're losing our grip),
But nevertheless we
Are glad to address ’em,
No longer “the weaker,” but—
Bless ’em, God bless ’em.