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The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 80a

Chose Good Old pays at Kumara

Chose Good Old pays at Kumara.

Those good old days! At Hokitika Mr. Seddon, referring to the approaching visit of Royalty, remarked: "Already T believe, the question has been raised that no one will be permitted to enter their presence unless attired in evening dress. On the West Coast the interpretation of evening dress by many of our housewives would be such that it would not permit them to enter the Royal presence. Looking back at the good old days, I can speak personally, and say that I enjoyed a social evening and dance much better in my moleskins, Crimean shirt, and nugget boots than ever I have done in Windsor uniform or dress suit."—Dailu Paper.

Those giddy good old days
At Kumara;
Those free and frantic ways
At Kumara;
When we wore nugget boots,
Pranced in our moleskin suits,
To the music of the flutes,
At Kumara.

In a simple Crimee shirt,
At Kumara;
I dug up tons of dirt,
At Kumara;
'Twas "waste of time" to change;
Your toilet to arrange,
Or shift your duds, was strange
At Kumara.

I worked a beer pump then,
At Kumara;
And called out: "Now, say when!"
At Kumara;
In simple moles arrayed,
I purchased them all afraid,
But I didn't put on braid
At Kumara.

The girls they didn't mind,
At Kumara;
If your shirt bulged out behind,
At Kumara;
They'd waltz and polka, too,
And would no man eschew,
You could dance and smoke—and chew
At Kumara.
'Twas "Dick, do this or that!"
At Kumara;
They ne'er e'en melt a rat
At Kumara;
But now if honest sweat,
Your ballroom brow does jet,
They say, "Go to—De Wet!"
At Kumara.

For in these later days,
At Kumara;
They have very different ways,
At Kumara;
Wear patent leather shoes,
And don't require booze,
Why they cultivate the muse,
At Kumara!

They've seen my Windsor rig,
At Kumara;
They say it makes me big,
At Kumara;
But if they had to sit
A day or two in it,
They'd know about the fit,
At Kumara.

Now, if I had the Dook
At Kumara;
Just round to have a look
At Kumara;
I'd trouser him in sack,
Shove a moleskin on his back,
He'd do his blooming whack
At Kumara!

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