Book Contents: Moods Of Ginger Mick (C J Dennis Poems)
MOODS OF GINGER MICKThis book was dedicated to "THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE ...
MOODS OF GINGER MICKThis book was dedicated to "THE BOYS WHO TOOK THE ...
Ar, wimmin! Wot a blinded fool I've been! I arsts meself, wot else could I ixpeck?I done me block complete ...
Peter the 'Ermit was a 'oly bloke, The parson sez, "wot chivvied coves to war." "Too right," I ...
Young friend! . . . I tries to duck, but miss the bus. 'E sees me first, an' 'as ...
Now Sym was a Glug; and 'tis mentioned soThat the tale reads perfectly plain as we go. In his veins ...
Brothers, have you observed the calm?Even the leaves of that symbolic palmThat denotes peace, political and otherwise, are scarcely stirredBy ...
Now Joi, the rebel, he had a son In far, far Gosh where the tall trees wave.Said Joi: "In Gosh ...
Ole Mother Moon 'oo yanks 'er beamin' dile Acrost the sky when we've grown sick o' day,She's like some fat ...
Ho! the sky's as blue as blazes an' the sun is shinin' bright, An' the dicky birds is singin' over'ead,An' ...
A man's a mug. I've worked the 'ole thing out To-day, down in the orchard where I sat ...
She sung a song; an' I sat silent there,Wiv bofe 'ands grippin' 'ard on me chair; Me 'eart, that yesterdee ...
The Glugs abide in a far, far landThat is partly pebbles and stones and sand, But mainly earth of a ...
Brothers; even those of you who are already in the sear and yellow leaf, and full of years and ...
The Glugs still live in the land of Gosh,Under the rule of the great King Splosh. And they climb the ...
'Oo is that girl, sez Digger Smith,That never seems to bother with No blokes: the bint with curly 'air? I've ...
She never nagged; she never said no word; But sat an' looked at me an' never stirred. I could ...
(Compiled by the Sentimental Bloke)I ain't no verse-'og. When I busts in song An' fills the air wiv choonful melerdy,I ...
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 ...
Say, Bo, this little Yewropean warIt grieves our gloryus nation to the core - The vurry core of its great, ...
O, the trees grow straight and the trees grow tall, And the trees grow all around;And the long limbs sprout ...
'Arry an' me is bits of sports; When the summer comes aroundWe gits our sweaters an' guns an' shorts An' ...
Old Pete Parraday, he isn't very wise --Or so the local gossips say -- They love to criticise His crazy ...
The swallows are back, and I'm tuning my lyre, For today 'tis my duty to singA melodious lay that is ...
They say the eagle is a bird That sees some splendid sightsWhen he soars high into the sky Upon his ...
I 'ad been bushed in city streets, Where the bricks and mortar grow.I 'ad worked me way through the northern ...
Gold days give way to sudden rain, But what, I ask, of that?For I am my own man again, And ...
I am brightly alert and exceedingly pert, And my livery's easily seen;With a bright golden breast and a black-and-white crest, ...
We have heard of the mythical lands of the East And of caliphs and sultans galore;Of Haroun al Raschid, of ...
We roam about the countrysideAnd view the farmlands rolling wide - A picture surely this of peace, of planty.We mark ...
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