_Sweet Marjoram! Sweet Marjoram!_
(Let its virtues evermore be sung);
Oh, 'twill make your Sunday clo'es gay,
If you wear it in a nosegay,
Pretty mistress, like when I was young.
_"Sweet Marjoram! Sweet Marjoram!_
(Sing of sweet old gardens all a-glow);
It will scent your dower drawer, dear,
Folk would strew it on the floor, dear,
Long ago--long ago--long ago.
_"Sweet Marjoram! Sweet Marjoram!"_
_(Sang the old dame standing on the kerb);_
_"You may hear a thousand ballads,_
_You may pick a thousand salads,_
_Ere you light on such another herb."_
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"The recipients [of the medals] were:--Sergeant W.A. Norris, D.C.M. and
Military Private A. Trichney, M.M., andtootompPUF. Medal ..." _Daily
Paper._
Private TRICHNEY'S second distinction was awarded presumably for something
extra good in the bombing line.
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"Lord Beauchamp, opening an Economy Exhibition at Gloucester on
Saturday, said that among many interesting exhibits was one described
as 'Frocks for the twins from Uncle's pyjamas.' He hoped that the child
who sent this exhibit would get the prize it deserved."--_Daily Mail.
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