For The Defence (C J Dennis Poems)
This Cen-TEEN-ary, sez 'e --Sez I, "You'll pardon me." (Perlite, like that, first off, and 'arf in laughter)."You'll pardon me, ...
This Cen-TEEN-ary, sez 'e --Sez I, "You'll pardon me." (Perlite, like that, first off, and 'arf in laughter)."You'll pardon me, ...
Sou' sou' east, with the course set fair -- Heave ho, me hearties!On the Geelong road we're ...
H'if a yankee cutthroat 'acks 'is poor hold mother,H'it tykes a year to pack 'im h'off to jyle;'E can h'always ...
The men are talking peace at 'ome, but 'ere we're talking fight,There's many a little debt we've got to square;A ...
Look at 'em! Toffs with their big cigars,Drivin' along in their motor cars.Nothin' at all like the olden daysWhen the ...
When I was only a youngster,Sing: toodle doodlede ootlOle Kate would git her 'arf a pintAnd wouldn't' giv' a damn ...
When the 'arf-made recruity goes out to the East 'E acts like a babe an' 'e drinks like a beast, ...
As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the Crocodile, I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up ...
'E was warned agin' 'er -- That's what made 'im look; She was warned agin' 'im -- That is why ...
Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool, I walks in my old brown gaiters along o' my ...
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea, There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks ...
Through the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi, Gettin' down an' shovin' in the sun; An' you might 'ave ...
Kabul town's by Kabul river -- Blow the bugle, draw the sword -- There I lef' my mate for ever, ...
The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone; 'E don't obey no orders unless they is 'is ...
"What are the bugles blowin' for?" said Files-on-Parade. "To turn you out, to turn you out", the Colour-Sergeant said. "What ...
Me that 'ave been what I've been -- Me that 'ave gone where I've gone -- Me that 'ave seen ...
You may talk o' gin and beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere, An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot ...
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
We was in a crump-'ole, 'im and me; Fightin' wiv our bayonets was we; Fightin' 'ard as 'ell we was, ...
I've been sittin' starin', starin' at 'is muddy pair of boots, And tryin' to convince meself it's 'im. (Look out ...
Me and Ed and a stretcher Out on the nootral ground. (If there's one dead corpse, I'll betcher There's a ...
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