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CONTENTS
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| THE NATIVE-BORN | |
| We've drunk to the Queen—God bless her! | 49 |
| THE KING | |
| 'Farewell, Romance!' the Cave-men said, | 55 |
| THE RHYME OF THE THREE SEALERS | |
| Away by the lands of the Japanee, | 58 |
| THE DERELICT | |
| I was the staunchest of our fleet, | 73 |
| THE ANSWER | |
| A Rose, in tatters on the garden path, | 76 |
| THE SONG OF THE BANJO | |
| You couldn't pack a Broadwood half a mile, | 78 |
| THE LINER SHE'S A LADY | |
| The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds, | 85 |
| MULHOLLAND'S CONTRACT | |
| The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on the sea, | 88 |
