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 ...
My son! . . . Them words, jist like a blessed song,Is singin' in me 'eart the 'ole day long; ...
It was n't kid stakes. I 'ad no crook lurk To act deceivin', or to treat 'er mean.I'm old enough ...
I've crawled; I've eaten dirt; I've lied a treat;I've dodged the cops an' led a double life;I've readied up wild ...
Ah, wot's the use? she sez. "Lea' me alone! Why can't I go to 'ell in my own way?I never ...
Peter the 'Ermit was a 'oly bloke, The parson sez, "wot chivvied coves to war." "Too right," I ...
Brothers; even those of you who are already in the sear and yellow leaf, and full of years and ...
It was thus in the beginning: With a sporting chance of winning, Jones contested an election years ago.He was young, ...
Five nights agone I lay at rest On my suburban couch.My trousers on the bedpost hung, Red gold within their ...
I've knowed ole Flood this last five year or more;I knoo 'im when 'is Syd went to the war. A ...
'Oo is that girl, sez Digger Smith,That never seems to bother with No blokes: the bint with curly 'air? I've ...
Behold, I built a fowlhouse in my yard! Two months agone the great work was begun,And ev'ry eventide I labored ...
I seldom get to hatin' men, nor had much cause to hate;To me, it just a foolish game to play, ...
Dearest!You know you ever ARE the nearestTo my fond heart.Joking apart,I swear, by all the silly stars above you,Darling, I ...
I wish't yeh menat it, Bill. Oh, 'ow me 'eart Went out to 'er that evnin' on the beach.I knew ...
The unsoiled hand, the sleek, black coat, The senile, ledger-haunted hours,The knowledge that my freeman's vote Is humbly cast to ...
Not guilty, yer Honers! I talks to yer straight! An' I calls it a pretty crook game -An' an 'og ...
Gentlemen! a politician,One who values his position,Stands, with easy confidence,Here before you on the fence.For he knows full well, good ...
Chuff! Chuff! Chuff! With a rumble and a rattle, Waking every echo on the old bush road;Waking, too, the wonder ...
Hard by the gate-way of the East She dips within her market squareWith provender for man and beast, And goods ...
They were forthright days when Jim was born, When they called a spade a spade.And statesmen held in lofty scorn ...
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