The Call of Stoush (C J Dennis Poems)
Wot price ole Ginger Mick? 'E's done a break - Gone to the flamin' war to stoush the foe.Wus it ...
Wot price ole Ginger Mick? 'E's done a break - Gone to the flamin' war to stoush the foe.Wus it ...
She never nagged; she never said no word; But sat an' looked at me an' never stirred. I could ...
'Taint my idea uv argument to call a man a fool,An' I ain't lookin' round for bricks to 'eave at ...
I wash me 'ands uv 'im, I tells 'em straight. "You women can do wot yeh dash well like.I leave ...
When I leave this Western ocean, to the South'ard I will steerIn a tall Colonial clipper, far an' far enough ...
Why do they do it? I dunno, Sez Digger Smith. "Yeh got me beat.Some uv the yarns yeh 'ear is ...
JACK BOWLIN wuz the joker's name, A sailor chap wuz 'e, Who left his ship, the Golden Flame ,To run ...
The flamin' cows! 'e ses; 'e did, an' worse; 'Twas 'orrible the langwidge that 'e used.It made me blood run ...
An ancient ape, once on a time,Disliked exceedingly to climb, And so he picked him out a treeAnd said, "now ...
Right as ninepence, thank ye kindly,There are umpty worse than me,I'd be fit to fight tomorrerIf my bloomin' eyes could ...
I nigh drops dead (the bo'sun said) When the gist of things I gripIn the land by these 'ere Southern ...
'Ow would you like to be a packet rat,Wiv no place anyw'ere to 'ang your 'at?Wiz two bare feet most ...
'E passes by, each day, at ten - A bottle-shouldered yidWot looks as if 'e pushed a pen An' drawes ...
(Non-commissioned Officers in Charge of Prisoners) When by the labor of my 'ands I've 'elped to pack a transport tight ...
Me that 'ave been what I've been -- Me that 'ave gone where I've gone -- Me that 'ave seen ...
You've 'eard 'ow young Albert Ramsbottom, In the Zoo up at Blackpool one year, With a stick and 'orse's 'ead ...
You've `eard `ow young Albert Ramsbottom At the zoo up at Blackpool one year With a stick with an `orse's ...
When first I left Blighty they gave me a bay'nit And told me it 'ad to be smothered wiv gore; ...
We was in a crump-'ole, 'im and me; Fightin' wiv our bayonets was we; Fightin' 'ard as 'ell we was, ...
Tramp, tramp, the grim road, the road from Mons to Wipers (I've 'ammered out this ditty with me bruised and ...
I say 'e isn't Remorse! 'Ow do I know? Saw 'im on Riccarton course Two year ago! Think I'd forget ...
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