Frost, hail, snow blizzards and almost Antarctic conditions have prevailed in Victoria during the past few days, making things very miserable for unemployed men travelling country roads.
Today a bright-eyes traveller Came begging at my door. "As I was headin' north, said he, "The frost lay deep and hoor; So a man gave me this overcoat: He said that it looked cold. It may seem sort o' frayed a bit, But 'tain't so very old. "As I was headin' east, said he, "The rain came down a treat. So a man gave me this pair of boots So I could have dry feet. An' then the rain turned into snow As I was headin' west, So a cove gave me this pair o' pants An' this here woolly vest. "An' when I'm headin' south again -- Gosh! How them blizzards blowed. Such weather I ain't never seen, Not since I took the road. An', as me own was bashed a bit, A toff gave me his hat. You'd hardly think it had been wore, An' stylish, too, at that. "Now all I need's a bit o' grub -- Hunger do nip a bloke -- An' a pinch o' tea an' sugar An' some baccy for a smoke. Then I'll be fit to be a king, Come snow or hail or storm; For I found, in ten years' travellin', Men's hearts can still be warm."
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