C J Dennis

C J Dennis

1,000 карма
United Kingdom (Great Britain)

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Now,
Ma-til-der
Ain't cher dressed yet
I declare, the girl ain't up
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'Rover, rover, cattle-drover, where go you to-day
'I go to Cuppacumalomga, fifty miles away; Over plains where Summer rains have sung a song of glee, Over hills where laughing rills go seeking for the sea,
I go to Cuppacumalonga, to my b...
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Now is the healing, quiet hour that fills This gay, green world with peace and grateful rest
Where lately over opalescent hills The blood of slain Day reddened all the west, Now comes at Night's behest,
A glow that over all the forest sp...
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You are much too big to dandle,
And I will not leave the candle
Go to sleep
You are growing naughty, rather,
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An'—wilt—yeh—take—this—woman—fer—to—be  Yer—wedded—wife


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Women is strange
You take my tip;
I'm wise
I know enough to know I'll never
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