The Corpse That Won’t Lie Still (C J Dennis Poems)
Aye, call it murder is ye will! 'Tis not the crime I fear.If his cold curse would but lie still ...
Aye, call it murder is ye will! 'Tis not the crime I fear.If his cold curse would but lie still ...
'Arry an' me is bits of sports; When the summer comes aroundWe gits our sweaters an' guns an' shorts An' ...
Alas, my dear, be you high-born, Or just a Sydney cutie,I fear you've earned a he-man's scorn Thro' failing in ...
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