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 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 ...
'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's a tough ole salt, With a 'ide well tanned, ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
Young friend, 'e sez . . . Young friend! Well, spare me days! Yeh'd think I wus 'is own white ...
Now, Ma-til-der! Ain't cher dressed yet? I declare, the girl ain't up!Last as ushul. Move yerself, you sleepy'-ead!Are you goin' ...
I wish't yeh menat it, Bill. Oh, 'ow me 'eart Went out to 'er that evnin' on the beach.I knew ...
Not guilty, yer Honers! I talks to yer straight! An' I calls it a pretty crook game -An' an 'og ...
I metabloke in Collun-street - A cove I yustanoWhen I wus workin Southoss, A yeerertwo ago.Sezzi, "Well, owye kumminup? I ...
I heeard da ole folks talkin' in our house da other night'Bout Adam in da scripchuh long ago.Da lady folks ...
You want me to tell you a story, a yarn of the firin' line, Of our thin red kharki 'eroes, ...
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