C J Dennis

An'—wilt—yeh—take—this—woman—fer—to—be  Yer—wedded—wife
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Old Black Jacko   Smokes tobacco   In his little pipe of clay
Puff, puff, puff,
He never has enough   Though he smokes it all day
But his lubra says, "Mine tink dat

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...

Hist

Old farmer Jack gazed on his wheat, And feared the frost would nip it
Said he, "it's nearly seven feet - I must begin to strip 'it
He stripped it with a stripper and He bagged it with a bagger;
The bags were all so lumpy that T...

"I wish't yeh menat it,
Bill
"  Oh, 'ow me 'eart  Went out to 'er that evnin' on the beach
I knew she weren't no ordinary tart,      My little peach

You are much too big to dandle,
And I will not leave the candle
Go to sleep
You are growing naughty, rather,

CrowI detest the Carrion Crow
(He's a raven, don't you know
)  He's a greedy glutton, also, and a ghoul,
And his sanctimonious

Did you see them pass to-day,
Billy,
Kate and Robin,
All astride upon the back of old grey Dobbin

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

'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...

Little Tommy Tadpole began to weep and wail,    For little Tommy Tadpole had lost his little tail;
And his mother didn't know him as he wept upon a log,    For he wasn't Tommy Tadpole, but Mr
Thomas Frog