The Bore (C J Dennis Poems)
Ah, prithee friend, if thou has ought Of love and kind regard for meTell not you bore the stories droll ...
Ah, prithee friend, if thou has ought Of love and kind regard for meTell not you bore the stories droll ...
Swashin' down the quarter-deck, scuppers runnin' free,All th' gang in workin' white, happy as c'n be;Smell o' coffee comin' through ...
Slim Bates ain't braggin' any moreAbout how he kin ride'An' gosh, but he gets mighty soreWhenever he is guyed.He uster ...
She was nothin' much to look at, that there old fleabitten gray.She'd a cranky disposition, but you liked her any ...
There's a time that you remember,In October or September.Mebbe early in November,When the summer work is done. When the air ...
At once whatever happened starts receding. Panting, and back on board, we line the rail With trousers ripped, light wallets, ...
When I was up the country in the rough and early days, I used to work along ov Jimmy Nowlett's ...
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death's finger's hooking Him from deck. Cause of half ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
I met her on the Lachlan Side -- A darling girl I thought her, And ere I left I swore ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
Back in Jessie's forefather's land in the cottage where Burns was born the places where Tam lived where his words ...
I can see them, In my mind, Fifty years hence Two old friends, by then Friendly banter, tall tales Fish ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv, And there befell the episode I now perpose ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
It grew out of the Annexe and our Corps in a world at peace while our army trained, magnificent in ...
South of my days' circle, part of my blood's country, rises that tableland, high delicate outline of bony slopes wincing ...
I Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich; But oh, the days when I was ...
Is it because I'm bent and grey, Though wearing rather well, That I can slickly get away With all the ...
Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me; I've got to watch the bannock bake -- ...
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