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 ...
See, I'm writin' to Mick as a bloke to a bloke - To a cobber o' mine at the front ...
Wot's in a name? — she sez . . . An' then she sighs, An' clasps 'er little 'ands, an' ...
I know I'm dull. I know I got a brain That's only fit fer fertilizin' 'air.I don't arst for bokays: ...
Wot price ole Ginger Mick? 'E's done a break - Gone to the flamin' war to stoush the foe.Wus it ...
'E sez to me, "Wot's orl this flamin' war? The papers torks uv nothin' else but scraps.An'wot's ole England got ...
I wus pickin' gipsy vi'lits fer to try an' square Doreen.We 'ad words . . . about pianners - fer ...
'E calls me Digger; that's 'ow 'e begins.'E sez 'e's only 'arf a man; an' grins. Judged be 'is nerve, ...
She never nagged; she never said no word; But sat an' looked at me an' never stirred. I could ...
I 'ave written Mick a letter in reply to one uv 'is,Where 'e arsts 'ow things is goin' where the ...
My sort, she sez, "don't meet no fairy prince." I can't 'elp 'earin' part uv wot was said ...
The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat; Crool Forchin's dirty left 'as smote me soul;An' all them joys ...
Himself and me put in the trap And daundered into town,And there we found a whirlygig, ...
I'm sittin' 'ere, Mick - sittin' 'ere today, Feelin' 'arf glum, 'arf sorter - reverent, Thinkin' strange, crooked thorts of ...
'E wouldn't play the flute; the sulky cow. An', after all the trouble that we tookTo try an' cheer,'is spirits ...
I got dreamin' that a message come in some mysterious way From one ole pal of mine, gone West this ...
Oh! don't you remember Black Alice, Sam Holt -Black Alice so dusky and dark -That Warrego gin with the straw ...
Old Ben, the pensioner, is going down to die.Huddled in the mail-car, he turns a wistful eyeOn this familiar forest ...
Righto!I'll give the game a go.They say I should be circumspect; but I don't care a hang.I'll bangThe cows in ...
Shipmates o' mine, are you sleeping fair an' sound, Mates fair an' foul, friend an' foe,Lyin' where lost ships ...
1 Adios, Carenage In idle August, while the sea soft, and leaves of brown islands stick to the rim of ...
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