The Straight Griffin (C J Dennis Poems)
'Eroes? Orright. You 'ave it 'ow yeh like. Throw up yer little 'at an' come the glad;But not too much ...
'Eroes? Orright. You 'ave it 'ow yeh like. Throw up yer little 'at an' come the glad;But not too much ...
'Er name's Doreen…Well spare me bloomin' days!You could er knocked me down wiv 'arf a brick! Yes, me, that kids ...
Women is strange. You take my tip; I'm wise. I know enough to know I'll never knowThe 'uman female ...
Wot price ole Ginger Mick? 'E's done a break - Gone to the flamin' war to stoush the foe.Wus it ...
So, they've struck their streak o' trouble, an' they got it in the neck,An' there's more than one ole pal ...
I wus pickin' gipsy vi'lits fer to try an' square Doreen.We 'ad words . . . about pianners - fer ...
I 'ave written Mick a letter in reply to one uv 'is,Where 'e arsts 'ow things is goin' where the ...
'Taint my idea uv argument to call a man a fool,An' I ain't lookin' round for bricks to 'eave at ...
The little gipsy vi'lits, they wus peepin' thro' the greenAs she come walkin' in the grass, me little wife, Doreen. ...
Ar, these is 'appy days! An' 'ow they've flown - Flown like the smoke of some inchanted fag;Since dear Doreen, ...
The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat; Crool Forchin's dirty left 'as smote me soul;An' all them joys ...
Ah Gawd! It makes me sick to think Of what I 'eard an' seen;Poor 'Arry like a wet rag flung ...
This ev'nin' I was sittin' wiv Doreen, Peaceful an' 'appy wiv the day's work done,Watchin', be'ind the orchard's bonzer green, ...
Why do they do it? I dunno, Sez Digger Smith. "Yeh got me beat.Some uv the yarns yeh 'ear is ...
Young friend, 'e sez . . . Young friend! Well, spare me days! Yeh'd think I wus 'is own white ...
I wish't yeh menat it, Bill. Oh, 'ow me 'eart Went out to 'er that evnin' on the beach.I knew ...
'E wouldn't play the flute; the sulky cow. An', after all the trouble that we tookTo try an' cheer,'is spirits ...
I hear them speak of a Fed'ral siteWhere shall arise a city bright -Mother, where is this bonzer spot?Shall we ...
The pale young man he comes to me, An' chats me good an' fair;"The langwidge that you use," ses he, ...
Gimme the town an' its clamour an' clutter; I ain't very fond of the bush;For my cobbers are coves of ...
There's a little spark and a wisp of smoke By the road where the tall gums are;And a mile away ...
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