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But I hear old Aussie acalling,
My God, but I want to go home.
ARAB BEGGAR WOMAN
How I love you, backsheesh bint,
Fingers dved to henna tint; '
Teeth all stained to shades of red,
Chewing betel by tho Med.;
Lege so thin, dark blaok hair,
Would disgrace a horse hide chair.
How I like to hear her chant: —
"Backsheesh, Fatida, shorty pants ;
No father, no mother, sister or brother,
Gibbit backsheesh, all gone dead."
When you gaze into my eyeB.
Nostrils full of buzzing flies -.
Spitting betel thick and vile,
I almost hopes, I upe and dies.
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