Royal Melbourne Show - Competitions, Artworks, Handicraft & Demonstration Part 2

A Talk on how to look after your pet chicken

Elizabeth, an audience volunteered, how to wash the chicken

Drying the chicken with a hair dryer

Prized Chickens in competition and are pure bred. They even have Malay Kampongkai.

Dogs and Cats Show

Alpacas Competition and breeding

Side Show

Cakes Decoration Competition

Showing the Children the art of Cake decoration

Art Exhibition
Doll Exhibitions

Cooking Demonstration

Fresh Produces

Free Cappuccino tasting made in Singapore

Free Sample

The lady in dark clothing gave me a full cup of ice cream with hazel nut topping after I told her she was doing a wonderful job.

This man makes bracelets with your name out of gold wire

Pony ride

The main Arena

Spencer Railway Station


City at Dusk

Just about lunch time a cold change swept through bringing heavy rain and a cool change. We were smart enough to bring some extra warm clothing packed into the haversack. Our lunch was fish and chips. It was yummy except it was expensive for 2 small pieces of fish and some chips. It cost $9.00. On the outside you most properly pay about $4.50 to $5.00 with a big helping of fish and chips.
There were food sampling. We had cheese, chocolate, ice cream, yogurt, cappuccino and wine.
There were so much things to see but it was getting late and at 6pm we left. By the time we took the train and tram to Richmond for dinner it was 7pm. After dinner we waited for the tram to get us back to Mont Albert. It was along wait and we decided to tram back into the city and catch the train to Mont Albert. By the time we collected the car from by BIL place and drove home it was 9.30pm. Had a quick warm shower and plonk into bed. Zzzzzzzzzzz.

Royal Melbourne Show - Competitions, Artworks, Handicraft & Demonstration Part 1

The show brings the country to the city folks. Produce, foods, wines, hand made goods and animals were exhibited to highlight the countryside. There were talks, demonstrations, competitions, concerts and sampling to keep the visitors well entertained.

Fudge

Daffodils

Australian Woolen Products

This is John Bury. He is the last remaining people left who hand makes furniture out woods collected from forest and from farmland. The only modern stuff that he used for his furnitures is the water based glue. No nails were used on his furnitures. I spent over an hour talking to him. He build his home 25 years ago out of timber. It cost $30,000. Today his home is worth $600,000. He is 75 today and is still travelling and demonstrating his skill. John also conducts a 4 day workshop to teach his skill. It a $100 a day and by the end of the course you get to bring a hand made chair home.

John showing how to make a chair

The Finished Chair. It takes about 20 hours to build a chair. This chair cost $400.
John's Tools

Wood Chopping Competition

Bringing the farm animals for the city kids to interact with the animals

Royal Melbourne Show - Show bags, Rides and Games of Chances

Advertisment in Paper

Sunday Saver Train Ticket @ $2.50

Tickets to the Show
$11 for Children
$16 for Concession(Senior Citizens & Pensioners)
$22 for Adults

Map of The Show Ground

Inside The Show Ground

Stalls selling Show Bags

Show bags Prices

Advertisement in Paper

Rides for Kids & Adults

Floss Stall at every Corner to tempt the kids

Tikam Tikam (Lottery) Stall

More Games of Chances Stall

The internet is so slow today. I will post 2 0r 3 more parts later.

A Long Day Out

Yesterday, we were naughty. We skipped church and went jalan, jalan. January next year, will be the 20^th year since we arrived and lived in Melbourne. Now during all these years, you would think we have seen and visited almost all part of the city and the State of Victoria. Sadly it is not so.

One important show which is held every year is the Royal Melbourne Show. Friends have told us to go and visit the show but we alway put if off because we think it was held only for the kids.

The annual Royal Melbourne Show, is an agricultural Show. The features of the Melbourne Show include show bags, rides, entertainment and competitions, including livestock judging. The Showground also features its own railway station which is used during special events.

This year we decided to make an effort to visit the show. There are a few reasons for it. Train fares for Senior Citizens and pensioners are free on Sunday. For every one else, it is $2.50 and you can ride on trains, trams and buses and travel anywhere and everywhere in Melbourne and its suburbs. The State Government is encouraging people to visit Melbourne City and affordability for family to travel on Sundays. Lastly, yesterday was the last day of the show.

We met up my BIL and SIL in Mont Albert at 9am and took the train into Flinders Station. The train was packed even with extra coaches added. Most passengers were parents with impatient and overly excited kids. I guess they were all heading to the show.

The ride into the city was 25 minutes and we have to switch platform to catch another train to the showground. I was excited like the kids on the packed train. This is the first time I have seen the other side of the city. It was another 15 minutes ride to the showground.

The Showgound Station

Entrance to the Showground

(To Be Continued)

Friday's Humour

A Salute to the Die Hard bloggers

My last 50 cents

As I was munching my lunch, this haunting image popped up out of the blue. It had been popping up now and then for the last 21 years.

21 years ago, I lost my job. During that time it was a bad year. Business was slow and the economy was down. One of my contractors gave me a job. It was not a high paying job, enough to tide over and enough to pay the rent and put food on the table. So money was tight and every cents count.

One morning, I left for work and had only a cup of coffee for breakfast. In the latter part of the morning I drove to Shah Alam to visit some customers and supervised some projects. After a few drop in here and there, it was almost 1 pm.

Since I was in Shah Alam, I decided to drop in to see a lawyer at Shah Alam Complex, who was handling some legal matters on behalf of us. By the time, I finished with him it was almost 2 pm. I was famished. I needed something to eat.

I took out my wallet and found I have only 50 cents in it. What can I get for 50 cents? There was nothing there I could get to eat for 50 cents. Hungry and depressed, I walked to the car park. As I passed this poorly lighted corridor, I saw this Indian man in the corner begging. He look at me with the saddest eyes I ever seen, pleading, please help me. I wanted to help him but I have only 50 cents. I was hungry. I told myself if I got to a roadside shop I might get a small piece of curry puff, a cake or a roti chanai. That would satisfy my hunger.

One part of me said “It is only 50 cents, give it to him.”

The other part said “Oi, you are not a rich person; you need to feed your hunger.”

I guess hunger won.

As I was driving back, my conscience pricked me. It told me “It is only 50 cents and it meant much to that poor Indian man more than you. You will only be hungry for a while. Once you are back to the office, you could have a cup of coffee or get your boss to buy you something to eat. But this Indian man could be hungry for days. His children, if he had any will be hungry, too. Look at his pleading eyes, is it so hard to be kind?”

My heart was in turmoiled. After I reach the office, I was in no mood to eat and even at dinner time I was sad. I could have helped this man but I did not. What if this man was me?

Till today, the image of this Indian man with the saddest pleading eyes will now and then popped up. It is a reminder, a reminder to help someone in need, a reminder no sacrifice is to small, and a reminder not to judge and a reminder to be thankful always.

Was he an angel testing me and if he is, I have failed miserably!

The Spy in Me

The sixties was an exciting time yet it was a dangerous time. The cold war, the Vietnam War, the daily demonstration against the war and the flower people added colour to our daily life. It was during these time every country is spying on each others to keep abreast of their neighbour activities to stay one step ahead.

During the Vietnam War, American soldiers came to Malaysia for their R & R. I remember they were put up in the hotel between Jalan Ipoh and Jalan Kovil Hilir, opposite the Indian Temple. My class mates became their tourist guides after school hours. They will bring stories of their exploits and the money they earned. They also tell us of spies among the soldiers and their detailed questionings. These fired up our imaginations.

I told Dad about the money my classmates earned and asked if I could be a guide after school hours. Dad gave a blunt “NO”. Dad said “It will corrupt you.” I wondered for a while and later found out what he meant. My classmates were taking these American soldiers to visit prostitutes and seedy places. On of my classmate caught VD (Venereal Disease). My other classmates teased him and told him he got Vietnam Rose. It was an eye opener.

But one lingering thought was “Are there spies? What do they want from us? How do you spot them and what do they actually do?

Then, out came the first James Bond Movie “Dr. No”. This was the first spy movie I ever saw. From that day I want to be a spy or a secret agent.

I though it was cool to be a spy. You get to kick and beat the bad men. You carry a gun and shoot the crap out of anyone who gets in your way. You get to wear the best clothes. You get to drive fast car, not just any car, you drive the best and most expensive car. Yes, not forgetting all the extra accessories that come with the cars. You get to travel first class, see the world, and visit all the beautiful places. You get to live in he best and most expensive hotels in the world. Money was limitless; you spent as much as you like to do your job. Last but not least you get to meet beautiful girls and wine & dine with them in the best restaurants. That was a dream job.

I began to read Ian Fleming novels and I have not missed any of James Bond movies. I scanned the newspapers for advertisement looking for a spy job but never seem to find one. I was disappointed.

My only consolation was I managed to buy myself a spy camera. It is so small about 60 millimetres long, 40 millimetres deep and 40 millimetres high.

It took me a while to get used to it. I would snap picture from magazines and most of the time I get blurry or dark shots. The only time you good pictures were when you snap in the outdoor in bright sunlight. It amazed me, how a spy can shoot and always get clear pictures in partially lighted or in dark room. Oi, stop laughing I was still a kid, OK!

Anyway, to be a spy slowly grew out of me as I got older and when reality sinks in. Today I still love spy movies and never failed to see the latest James Bond movie. I guess somehow a little of the spy is still in me. I am like James Bond always refreshing and never seem to grow old. Yes, my name is Ong, James ‘B’Ong. Hahahahaha.

My workplace

My workplace is the largest rigid bodies manufacturer in the State of Victoria. The company manufactures curtain siders, colourbond vans, refrigerated bodies, insulated bodies and FRP bodies for all type of trucks. It is situated about 20 minute drive from my home.
It is a very pleasant place to work in and like any workplace there are good days and bad days. There are also people who drives you crazy. My boss is an Italian and his partner is a Greek. They started this company from scratched 10 years ago and it grew to be the largest rigid bodies manufacturer.

My Office in the left wing

The Reception and office in the right wing

Bodies in the front yard

The Car Park

Finishing and Quality Control

Front Of Building

Outside my office (table tennis anyone?)

Inside the factory

The Back of the factory

Inside The factory

More trucks

Inside the Factory

More Bodies and trucks

Inside the factory

Inside the factory

Friday's Humour

Sorry people, I missed 2 week of Friday's Humour because I was so busy and forgot all about it. I will make up for it this week. Enjoy!

The Early Year – Moving into the Railway Quarter

In my earlier post, after we were told to move to make way for The Sentul Convent Primary School, Dad was wondering how to get a home to move into. Time was hard with 4 children to clothe and feed. Mum was always an optimistic and her strong faith in God has always seen her through tough times. This was one testing time. While Dad continues to worry, Mum continues to pray and hand the problem over to God.

One fine day, Dad came with a beaming face. You could see the exciting in his face and the happy face shines through. “Siew thow Ngah Lat” (Laugh until the teeth drop off), mum said. Everyone wondered what on earth is happening and my Dad have this knack to keep people in suspense. This makes us all the more curious.

After dinner, Dad told us the good news. His application for a Railway Quarter came through and we all have a place to stay. Mum was speechless and everyone was happy for us. Our new place is not far from where we were staying. It is just a stone throw from where La Salle Sentul School is today. I can still remember the address 920, Jalan Sembilan, Sentul.

Me facing the house, neighbours houses in background. Note the vast front lawn where it was our playgound. On my right 4 houses down we build a badminton court with the others kids on the block on heighbours land where there were no fences

I can remember when Dad was handed the key to the house; we all went to help to clean the house. Dad’s friends help to build a wooden decking in the master bedroom. It was an exciting time for us. Mum always remind us to place our trust in God, God will watch over us see us through both good and difficult times.

The big day came and we moved in. Our grandparents came along and stayed with us. 1^st uncle continued to live in the wooden house. He had bought a house in PJ and it was not completed yet. It was a race against time. Last Aunty moved to Sentul Flat. 1^st Aunty went to Ipoh to work for 3^rd Aunty as a maid. My 1^st Aunty husband passed away when my cousin sister Lan and her brother Thomas were still young. Uncles and aunties chipped in to raise my 2 cousins. Lan went with her mother to Ipoh while Thomas came and stayed with us. We were one happy family.

In my last trip back last April, I manage to get to Sentul and see the changes. I was hoping the Railway Quarter will still be around. It shocked me to see they have demolished the once serene neighbourhood with well planned street and houses with a big block of land. I understand new high rise flats will be build on it. I was devastated. The Methodist Boys School, which my brothers and I attended, is still there, La Salle School is still there and Sentul Convent Girl School, my sisters attended is still standing.

Land cleared where once our Railway Quarter was.

*A reminder to my younger brother, I hope you remember to compile whatever photos of our younger days. I am waiting for it. My blog need your help. Help!

The Early Year – The Wooden House 2

There are narrow steps leading to the top of the hill. Up there is the pride and joy of Grandma and Grandpa. They have planted many fruits tree – bananas, guava, jackfruits, rambutans etc. and a small plot of vegetables. The fruits and vegetables were somehow nicer and sweeter to eat. It could be because the fruits and vegetable were allowed to mature with nutrients before harvesting unlike today fruits and vegetable were harvested while they were half matured.

They also reared chickens and ducks for eggs and meat. We were never allowed to go out by ourselves to the hill because there were snakes and iguanas lurking around to eat little naughty kids like us. Sometime chickens or ducks went missing because of the iguanas. There was a rear occasion when an iguana was caught by the neighbour and they gave it to us. Dad skinned the iguana and cooked it for dinner. I cannot remember how it tastes; I supposed it was like eating chicken.

On one Chinese New Year, when the adults were having a party of their own, my elder brother and I sneaked up to the top of the hill. We started to pluck guavas and my elder brother got ambitious. He climbed up the tree and while he was reaching out for the fruits, he slipped and felled. He felled on top of the chicken coop zinc roof with such a loud bang. It sent the adults scuttling up the hill and was surprised to see both of us were laughing our head off. Since it was CNY, we got a stern lecture to never do it again instead of a whacking.

In the old days there were no television and computer games, yet we were never bored. We spent out time exploring our surrounding, catching spiders, playing with ants and chasing butterflies. Someday we get to help Grandpa and Grandma and on rare occasion we get to chase chickens or ducks and try to capture them when they broke free from the coop. There are also squirrels in the garden and flying foxes at night. Our Indian neighbour would now and then invite us over to his house. We would play with his children and explored his garden. Everyday is a different day with new things to discover.

Grandma would have us look out for pregnant mice and watched them where they make their home. She would wait for the young mice to be born. She, then, would take them and swallow it down and washed it down with some brandy. She said “it will keep me warm, strong & healthy." Everyday she would collect 2 eggs as soon it is laid and while it is still warm, she would prick a hole on the top of the eggs and sucked out the egg white and yoke. I guess she is right because she lived up to 98 years old and would have lived longer if she did not have a fall.

Hard Waste and A busy Saturday

Saturday is my sleep in day but last Saturday it was not so. I had to wake up early on Saturday to send BIL to the airport. After 6 weeks, it is time to go home. He is one of the few people who love to go to airport early. His flight is at 11am and he need to check in at 9is. However he wanted to leave at 7am, take a slow drive, and buy a Chinese newspaper along the way. The sad part most Chinese shops or newsagent do not open that early compared with the Australian News Agent.

Good fortune was with us. We dropped into a convenience shop just outside my place and we manage to catch a delivery man delivery Chinese newspaper. He was happy to sell us a copy of the paper.

The ride to the airport was smooth until we were about 3km away from the airport. There was a traffic jam to the airport.

It was unusual and especially at this early. You would think the high cost of fuel, air tickets; terrorism threat etc would deter them from flying. Anyway after a few minutes of slow crawl, my BIL decided to walk up to the airport since he had little luggage.

The ride home was easy and I enjoyed the view along the way. Since it was early, I dropped in to my sister place along the way and had breakfast there. Then I headed back home.

Once back home and a quick change, I started clearing the storehouse. Removing unwanted stuff and putting them out for collection on Monday morning. Twice a year we have hard, green waste and metal collection, one in early spring and one in early autumn. As you drive around the neighbourhood, you see all kind of things the neighbours throw away. There were Lounge set, computers, computer screens, chairs, TV, radio, electrical goods, empty pain cans and garden waste. If you looked out the window you can see “scavengers” driving around, having a field day, salvaging goods that are still in good condition to be resold at open markets or 2^nd hand stores.

It was all hard work and I was knocked out by the end of the day.

The Early Year – The Wooden House

The house, I remembered, we lived in was a wooden house. It is situated where Convent Sentul Primary is today. I remember when I was five we were told to move to make way for the school. While we were preparing to move, we could hear excavator preparing the groundwork above us.

To get to the house, you enter from Jalan Sentul until you reach the end of the tar road. It then sloped down into a valley via a dirt road. Here you can see many other wooden houses. Our house is on the first left turn.

I am not sure if the house had an attap roof or zinc roof. If I were to make a guess, I guess it would be an attap roof because I cannot remember hearing “Rin Tin Tin” sound on the roof when it rained.

The house is quite a big house with concrete floor. There are 6 bedrooms and the largest was at the rear. 1^st uncle live there with his wife and 4 children.

Ours is the 1^st bedroom. Dad, Mum, my eldest brother, my 2 youngest sisters and I lived in it. While the remaining are for 3^rd uncle, aunties, grandpa and grandma. The rear also was the kitchen and a common area for washing with a well somewhere in the centre for drawing water for cooking, washing & drinking.

The lounge is the common area for visiting guests. Every evening, Dad would start up the Kerosene Lamps to light up the house. After dinner, Dad would have us sitting at the lounge table next to the kerosene lamp doing our time table, reading and writing. We have to memorize the time table until 12X. Dad always reminds us to practice our hand writing and telling us good clear hand writing is important. Dad had beautiful hand writings.

At night Dad had the responsibility to lock the house front doors. By nine, he would lock the front doors. He would, then, slip a cymbal between the door and top skirting. Anyone trying to force the door open would cause the cymbal to fall on the cement floor. It would come crashing down with such a loud bang that it will wake up everyone in the whole house including the dead. Anyone out late will have to call out and Dad will open the door.

The house was always cool in the day. It was because it was shelter by the high cliff wall of the hill on the left of the house (looking into the house) and also by the surrounding trees. In the evening the house could be very cold. All the windows were closed at night.

The night is so dark and when you gazed up the sky, you can see the stars sparkling like diamonds. The moon looked exceptionally bright.

(to be continued, going to see my favourite TV show)

Why do birds always sing?

The last few days were bright and sunny. The weather was pleasant and warm and you wish everyday is like this. Everywhere you go you hear birds chirping and whistling away. It is melody to my soul.

This morning I woke up to a gloomy, wet and cold morning. Already I was having the negative vibes for today. I don’t feel like going to work. I just want to hide under my warm doona and sleep. But there are bills to be paid and food to put on the table. I drag my sorry arse off the bed.

As I was making my breakfast, I heard the birds chirping and whistling in my backyard. Half asleep I was ignoring the singing, when suddenly I asked myself, “Why are the birds so happy? It is cold, it is wet, it is gloomy and dark and they are under the pouring rain, how can they be so happy? Crazy birds.” I was feeling sorry for myself.

Halfway through my breakfast, it dawn to me why the birds are happy. Birds scratched the ground and under the mulch to look for food everyday but on rainy days they do not need too. There are foods out on the lawn for their taking.

No, I am not crazy and it did not rain manna from heaven. It is true; there are foods out on the lawn. If you are observant enough, you will notice there are worms out in the open after a heavy downpour. The rain flood the ground forcing the worms to leave their home out into the open. The birds know this and that is why they are happy and singing. They do not have to work hard today for their food.

I am reminded it is always darkest before dawn and there is a silver lining in every cloud. The birds quickly bought me back to my senses. I am better off than many people. I have a job, a house, a lovely wife, family and friends. I have food on my table everyday and I do not know what hunger is or what it is like to sleep out in the cold. Yes, I am more fortunate than the million hungry people in the world and have every reason to be thankful. I am blessed.

Whatever my little problems are, it suddenly disappeared. But still it do not answer my question “Why do birds sing all the time? Don’t they ever feel sad or down? Don’t they worry about tomorrow and when is their next meal? Don’t they worry about the cold and wet?” If only I could talk to the birds and find the answers to my question.

Do Not Worry

Matthew 6

25"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?

28"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32For the pagans run after all these things and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

BMW Motorbike Safari

I met one of my Australian's friend 2 weeks ago in my workplace. I known and worked with him in my previous job. He told me he was going on a motorbike safari up North of Queensland to Cape York. I think this bike safari is organised by BMW for all BMW motorbike owners. Before he left I told to take as many pictures as possible to show me the landscape and places up North.
Like a good friend he not only took pictures, he got his riding 'kakis' to post pictures up, too, so I can share their journey and the thing they see.
If you like to see the pictures go here. Be warned there are approx. 494 pictures in the last count. More may be posted by the time you read this.
Have fun.

Flowers And Cholocates - These are few of my Favourite Things

I love flowers.If you ever buy me flowers, buy me carnations. They are my favourite. The Saturday I saw this beautiful bloom of flower and decided to grab some pictures.


Big bad mistakes. After shooting the flowers, I had an attack of hay fever. My eye itch, my nose itch. The whole evening was depressed.
Even with a bountiful of delicious chocolates and jelly babies given to me cannot relieve me from my suffering. Sniff, sniff sniff.
My SIL went to Vancouver and USA for a holiday and knowing I love chocolates, she bought a heap load for me. I wonder how she manage to bring so much back on top of her shopping, gift for her friends and family.


Well, today I am better and the chocloates taste yummy, too. You want some? Ha, be nice to me and I may share some with you.

May The Good Lord Bless and Keep You

The announcement came over the PA system with a last call for boarding. It was time for her to go. Friends milled around her to offer their final greetings and well wishes. I was standing a distance apart. I was a little confused. Happy, yet sad. I am like a mix up cocktail all stirred up.

She came up to me smiling. “I got to go”, she said.

I took her hand and replied, “Yes, take care and goodbye.”

I knew I had to be strong; I must not break down and cry. I cannot be selfish. It is her dream and I am happy for her. There is the whole world waiting for her. She is going to better herself and ready to face and take the challenges thrown at her, to make her a better woman. She will come back stronger and more confidence. The opportunity was there and she took it. I know I would do the same.

She looked into my eye and replied, “It is not goodbye but apart for a while. We will meet again. Always remember the song I taught you. Keep it in your heart.”

“Yes, I always will”, I replied.

She walked to the gate and turned and gave a last wave. She was gone.

Yes, I remembered the song till today. It is engraved in my heart. I sing it when I am down or when I am on the top of the world. I still remember you.

The Lord had been kind. He had kept me safe and blessed me. All my troubles were small ones and I am neither found wanting. He had blessed me with enough. Each day I see silver lining, sky of blue, cloud of white, birds and beautiful flowers in my garden. Each step I take, I take with confidence because you wish me the best, and you prayed for me. You prayed to the Lord to bless me, keep me safe, and give me happiness, peace and love. The Good Lord heard your prayers. I thank you for it.

But what about you? Are you well? Have you found what you are looking for? Are your days filled with laughter, joy and happiness? I need to know. I need to know you are fine, you are happy, you found your dream. If not, it is like a thorn sticking in my thumbs, irritating, uncomfortable, wondering how life is treating you. Each day, I pray you will find your dream, you will find peace, serenity, joy, happiness and most of all love.

If you happen to read this, drop me a line and tell me how you have been and remove this thorn from me.

In case you have forgotten the song you taught me, let me share it with you. May the Good Lord Bless and Keep you till we meet again.

May The Good Lord Bless and Keep You

May the good Lord bless you and keep you,
Whether near or far away,
May you find that long awaited golden day today.
May your troubles all be small ones,
And your fortunes ten times ten,
May the good Lord bless and keep you,
Till we meet again.
May you walk with sunlight shining,
And a bluebird in every tree,
May there be a silver lining,
Back of every cloud you see,
Will you dream of sweet tomorrows,
Never mind what might have been,
May the good lord bless and keep you,
Till we meet again.
May you walk with sunlight shining,
And a bluebird in every tree,
May there be a silver lining,
Back of every cloud you see,
Will you dream of sweet tomorrows,
Never mind what might have been,
May the good lord bless and keep you,
Till we meet again.
May the good lord bless and keep you,
Till we meet, till we meet again.

Yes, till we meet again.