The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke

by C. J. Dennis; Jack Thompson (Introduction by)



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Excerpt: ... an fetches me a kick. "Your turn to chin " e tips wiv a shout. An there Im standin like a gawky lout. (Aw, spare me But I seemed to be ALL ands ) An wonders wot es goin crook about, Wiv arf a mind to crack im where e stands. O, lumme But ole Ginger was a trick Got up regardless fer the solim rite. (E awks the bunnies when e toils, does Mick) An twice I saw im feelin fer a light To start a fag; an trembles leste might, Thro force o habit like. Es nervis too; Thats plain, fer orl is air o bluff an skite; An jist as keen as me to see it thro. But, struth, the wimmin Ow they love this frill Fer Auntie Liz, an Mar, o course, wus there; An Mars two uncles wives, an Cousin Lil, An arf a dozen more to grin and stare. I couldnt make me ands fit anywhere I felt like I wus up afore the Beak But my Doreen she never turns a air, Nor misses once when its er turn to speak. Ar, strike No more swell marridges fer me It seems a blinded year afore es done. We could a fixed it in the registree Twice over fore this cove ad arf begun. I spose the wimmin git some sorter fun Wiv all this guyver, an is nibss shirt. But, seems to me, it takes the bloomin bun, This stylish splicin uv a bloke an skirt. "To-be-yer-weddid-wife-" Aw, take a pull Wot in the ells e think I come there for? An so e drawls an drones until Im full, An wants to do a duck clean out the door. An yet, fer orl is igh-falutin jor, Ole Snowy wus a reel good-meanin bloke. If twasnt fer the oly look e wore Yehd think e piled it on jist fer a joke. An, when at last e shuts is little book, I eaves a sigh that nearly bust me vest. But Eavens Now eres muvver goin crook ...
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