War (C J Dennis Poems)
'E sez to me, "Wot's orl this flamin' war? The papers torks uv nothin' else but scraps.An'wot's ole England got ...
'E sez to me, "Wot's orl this flamin' war? The papers torks uv nothin' else but scraps.An'wot's ole England got ...
'Taint my idea uv argument to call a man a fool,An' I ain't lookin' round for bricks to 'eave at ...
Bill Barcoo was a station 'and - 'e was a station 'and, And grafted all the year like Pharaoh's Jews.But ...
Beneath a lamp in Spring-street, on a recent calm spring night,I came unwittingly upon a most pathetic sight;A sorry spectacle ...
(Compiled by the Sentimental Bloke)I ain't no verse-'og. When I busts in song An' fills the air wiv choonful melerdy,I ...
The little gipsy vi'lits, they wus peepin' thro' the greenAs she come walkin' in the grass, me little wife, Doreen. ...
Young sir, 'E sez . . . Like that . . . It made me feelRomantic like, as if me ...
I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime I'm mad to 'ave things clean.I've seen so much uv death," 'e ...
I've seen so much uv dirt an' grime I'm mad to 'ave things clean.I've seen so much uv death, ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
I'm sittin' 'ere, Mick - sittin' 'ere today, Feelin' 'arf glum, 'arf sorter - reverent, Thinkin' strange, crooked thorts of ...
I wish't yeh menat it, Bill. Oh, 'ow me 'eart Went out to 'er that evnin' on the beach.I knew ...
The pale young man he comes to me, An' chats me good an' fair;"The langwidge that you use," ses he, ...
Devine came back the other day. We'd planned a great home-comin'. No long trombone we had to play, ...
We didn't like the bo'sun's mate --(Yo, 'eave ho! an' a bottle o' lemonade or somethin' soft, Miss).Becos 'is dile ...
Dear Comrade: In the game of politicsA Senator gits quite enough of kicks Without 'is photer sittin' in the press ...
Look at 'em! Toffs with their big cigars,Drivin' along in their motor cars.Nothin' at all like the olden daysWhen the ...
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 wonder 'oo and wot 'e was, That 'Un I got so slick. I couldn't see 'is face because The ...
You make it in your mess-tin by the brazier's rosy gleam; You watch it cloud, then settle amber clear; You ...
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