Volume 102 — THE GENERAL'S LITTLE FUND.

Oh where, oh where is my little wee fund? Oh where, oh where can it be? With the pence cut short and the pounds cut long; Oh where, oh where can it be? I've travelled about with my little wee fund— It used to pay for me; But now it's gone I'm lorn and lone; Oh where, oh where can it be? I want to stump through Switzerland; On the 24th proximo. To Germany, Sweden, Norway, and To Denmark I want to go; I've held out my hat to every flat, And begged over land and sea, Humanity dunned, but I have no fund— Oh where, oh where can it be? If ever you see a stray bawbee Whenever, wherever you roam, Oh, tell him the woe that troubles me so, And say that it keeps me at home. I may mention that what you do, like a shot Must be done to be useful to me; At once send a cheque to save us from wreck, Or the Army will go to the D!