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#4585
" For Prize Contest."
T. B. Noble,
"Link Lodge,"
9, Forest Rise,
LONDON, E. 17,
ENGLAND.

WHAT BURPEE'S SEEDS HAVE DONE FOR ME.
Aus 8/27/24

Dear Benefactor,
I THREW my dice, I cast my lost,
My fortune for to find,
To be a sailor on the sea,
I surely had in mind.

I kissed my hand to my mother,
As she stood there at the gate;
She blew a kiss and sighed again,
"Ah! me, but to know his fate."

And then I turned my mind as quick,
To wed an English bride,
To settle down an out-door life;
At farming, I then tried.

I ploughed my acres, sowed my seed,
Then, I sat still to wait,
To see the way my fortune turned 
To seal my future-fate.

Ah! now, ere long, with wondrous crop,
My several acres beam,
My seeds have come and multiplied,
I think that t'is all a dream.
(crop,)

But, nay, sing hey! for the lettuce-
Sing ho! on the silver sea,
I sing away till the whole world rings
What BURPEE's done for me. 

A millionare at his banquet-seat,
Was never as glad as I,
Or a singing lark in his rising-up,
Upward - toward the sky.

(go,)

Sing hey! sing ho! for the way things
I'm as happy as ever could be,
To sit me down at my table-board,
At eat Burpee's lettuce for tea.