He was our leader and our guide; He was our saviour and our star. We walked in friendship by his sid… Yet set him where our heroes are. He taught disdain of fame and weal…
Past ash cans and alley cats, Fetid. overflowing gutters, Leprous lines of rancid flats Where the frowsy linen flutters; With a rattle and a jar,
. . . So I walked among the willo… There was no moon at all, at all;… There was no light at all, at all;… And I called him as his mother ca… Oh I called him all the night—tim…
I will not fight: though proud of… I hold no one worth striving with; And should resentment burn my brea… I deem that silence serves me best… So having not a word to say,
Three times I had the lust to kil… To clutch a throat so young and fa… And squeeze with all my might unti… No breath of being lingered there. Three times I drove the demon out…
‘Ave you seen Bill’s mug in the N… ‘E’s gyned the Victoriar Cross, t… Little Bill wot would grizzle and… If you ‘it ’im a swipe on the jawr… ‘E’s slaughtered the Kaiser’s men…
Nurse, won’t you let him in? He’s barkin’ an’ scratchen’ the do… Makin’ so dreffel a din I jest can’t sleep any more; Out there in the dark an’ the cold…
Rosemary has of dolls a dozen, Yet she disdains them all; While Marie Rose, her pauper cous… Has just an old rag doll. But you should see her mother it,
I ran a nail into my hand, The wound was hard to heal; So bitter was the pain to stand I thought how it would feel, To have spikes thrust through hand…
Our cowman, old Ed, hadn’t much i… And lots of folks though him a wit… But he wasn’t a fool, for he alway… And his sole recreation was whittl… When I’d spill him my woes (ifant…
The lonely sunsets flare forlorn Down valleys dreadly desolate; The lordly mountains soar in scorn As still as death, as stern as fat… The lonely sunsets flame and die;
Old Codger Of garden truck he made his fare, As his bright eyes bore witness; Health was his habit and his care, His hobby human fitness.
I just think that dreams are best, Just to sit and fancy things; Give your gold no acid test, Try not how your silver rings; Fancy women pure and good,
What d’ye think, lad; what d’ye th… As the roaring crowds go by? As the banners flare and the brass… And the great guns rend the sky? As the women laugh like they’d all…
There’s a four—pronged buck a—swin… And it roamed the velvet valley ti… But I tracked it by the river, an… And I killed it on the mountain m… Now I’ve had my lazy supper, and…