Sari Bair (C J Dennis Poems)
So, they've struck their streak o' trouble, an' they got it in the neck,An' there's more than one ole pal ...
So, they've struck their streak o' trouble, an' they got it in the neck,An' there's more than one ole pal ...
'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. ...
Ses Cullen, the cockie, he ses to me:"Now, I puts it to you in this way:If a feller....(Woah, Ginger! Come ...
The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat; Crool Forchin's dirty left 'as smote me soul;An' all them joys ...
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, ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
I wondered wot was doin'. First I seenOle Missus Flood wave signals to Doreen. I'm in the paddick slashin' down ...
Not guilty, yer Honers! I talks to yer straight! An' I calls it a pretty crook game -An' an 'og ...
Knockin' about (said Benny, the Tough) By the Rocks an' Woolloomooloo,Oh, I was a low-brow, right enough, And a bit ...
I camped one night in an empty hut on the side of a lonely hill.I didn't go much on empty ...
I 'ad been bushed in city streets, Where the bricks and mortar grow.I 'ad worked me way through the northern ...
Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sightWith people here workin' by day and by nightThey don't sow potatoes, nor barley, ...
'E 'ad spragged me before for the loan of a quid. But I told 'im straight out I was broke.Still ...
I fought I was hep to the whole string o' fairiesNot one o' the bunch could put me to the ...
No, Bill, I'm not a-spooning out no patriotic tosh (The cove be'ind the sandbags ain't a death-or-glory cuss). And though ...
I'm gatherin' flowers by the wayside to lay on the grave of Bill; I've sneaked away from the billet, 'cause ...
I've been sittin' starin', starin' at 'is muddy pair of boots, And tryin' to convince meself it's 'im. (Look out ...
You want me to tell you a story, a yarn of the firin' line, Of our thin red kharki 'eroes, ...
Sez I: My Country calls? Well, let it call. I grins perlitely and declines wiv thanks. Go, let 'em plaster ...
Now look, you see, it's this way like, You cross the broken bridge And run the crick down till you ...
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