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We have heard the cheering, brothe… We have heard the martial peal; We have seen the soldiers marching And the glint of sun and steel. We have heard the songs, the shout…
It wasn’t kid stakes. I 'ad no c… To act deceivin’, or to treat 'er… I’m old enough to know them games… Not with Doreen. Besides, deceit ain’t in me bag uv…
But a scant 2000 folk, no more, Sitting solemn-faced within the pe… While the parsons preach and outwa… In divers tones, their own peculia… Folk of sobriety,
Brothers! (I address myself to that chosen f… My dear reader - who Are men of understanding, bright i… Brothers!
It is truly as lucid as lucid can… It is plain as the nose on your fa… Though the tactics may be a disgra… The tactician is not a disgrace. He may wobble and swerve and crayf…
Smith is a very stupid man; He lives next door to me; He has no settled scheme or plan Of domesticity. He does not own a gramophone,
I am brightly alert and exceedingl… And my livery’s easily seen; With a bright golden breast and a… And a back of indefinite green. A conspicuous bird; and, I give y…
A noble lesson this should teach, Dear children unto you. If other people’s goods you reach, Of rectitude ‘twill be a breach, Or parsons will your virtues preac…
Oh, we are the phantoms of rovers… See how the mocking mirages play! Men who have ventured and paid the… Lone, waiting women, ’tis vain to… We dies unshriven, as rovers die,
There’s a breeze about the mountai… A song to mock the little men who… Or play at toil or pleasure where… But put my good axe in my hand and… And it’s: Hey, boy!
‘Could you give me a bite to eat?’… As he tarried by my back door. And I thought of the dull, lean d… As I glanced at the clothes he wo… Patched in places, and worn and ol…
Old Ben, the pensioner, is going… Huddled in the mail-car, he turns… On this familiar forest scene, the… And nought could lure him from it… He has loved it with a fierce love…
Old Pete Parraday, he isn’t very… Or so the local gossips say - The… His crazy views and values, and th… ‘Better had he saved his money,’ s… ‘And not become a pensioner with a…
Winter has come; and tardily Now little nipping winds are rife Where laggard leaves, on many a tr… Still cling tenaciously to life. Spent Autumn with a myriad hues
What have we missed? Now he retu… We are left with but our blindness… But, concentrating on his spats in… Missed all the lure of that impres… Caricaturists, gazing at his feet,