Because I love the soothing weed And am of sober type, I’d choose me for a friend in need A man who smokes a pipe. A cove who hasn’t much to say,

It’s slim and trim and bound in bl… Its leaves are crisp and edged wit… Its words are simple, stalwart too… Its thoughts are tender, wise and… Its pages scintillate with wit;

She said: “I am too old to play With dolls,” and put them all away… Into a box, one rainy day. I think she must have felt some pa… She looked so long into the rain,

When first I left Blighty they ga… And told me it ‘ad to be smothered… But blimey! I ’aven’t been able t… So far as I’ve gone wiv the vinta… For ain’t it a fraud! when a Boch…

The world is sadly sick, they say, And plagued by woe and pain. But look! How looms my garden gay… With blooms in golden reign! With lyric music in the air,

What would I choose to see when I To this bright earth shall bid goo… When fades forever from my sight The world I’ve loved with long de… What would I pray to look on last…

He sleeps beside me in the bed; Upon my breast I hold his head; Oh how I would that we were wed, For he sails in the morning. I wish I had not been so kind;

Oh, it’s pleasant sitting here, Seeing all the people pass; You beside your bock of beer, I behind my demi—tasse. Chatting of no matter what.

Confound all aberrations which Make men do foolish things, Like buying bracelets for a bitch, Or witless wedding rings. As if we had not woe enough

Some poets sing of scenery; Some to fair maids make sonnets sw… A fig for love and greenery, Be mine a song of things to eat. Let brother bards divinely dream,

All day long when the shells sail… I stand at the sandbags and take m… But at night, at night I’m a reck… And over the parapet gleams Roman… Romance! Romance! How I’ve dream…

Sweet maiden, why disguise The beauty of your eyes With glasses black? Although I’m well aware That you are more than fair,

O’er the dark pines she sees the s… And in the west, all tremulous, a… And soothing sweet she hears the m… Of cow—bells jangled in the fields… Quite listless, for her daily sten…

Oh how I love the laughing sea, Sun lances splintering; Or with a virile harmony In salty caves to sing; Or mumbling pebbles on the shore,

Of all the meals that glad my day My morning one’s the best; Purveyed me on a silver tray, Immaculately dressed. I rouse me when the dawn is bright…