INCOHERENT CROSS-COUNTRY VEHICLE. AND y M. Stewart.

Oh, there' people and set re sober, I of drunkards barely 20,
People above 90 that does not have ever but kissed to girl.
But give to me rambling' cross-country vehicle,
From Orkney downward to Dover.
We roam the country over I together of we' sidle peace.

There쳌fs is much which feigns enjoyment.
From best posh china of employment.
Their ambition it was this disclosure.
From the minute they left school.
And they preserve and scrape and consider.
Thus far rest goes outside and they squander.
See peace and rove and wander.
And is happier as a rule.

I've it roamed through all nations.
Was accepted enjoyment in all creations?
And it is taken pleasure by pi- pi to sensation.
Where the company, it was kind-hearted.
And when parting' there was no pleasure.
I've drunk is another measurement.
To good friends who were treasure.
For they were always all around found on our reason.

If you' were' bent re; arthritis.
Your bowels obtain Colitis.
And you have galloping of bollockitis.
And you쳌fre of thinking' it' time s you died.
If you've, they will be which man of action.
However, you쳌fre lying there at the traction.
You will acquire a certain correspondence.
Thinking쳌f, 쳌gMissus, at least I tried."