HENRY LAWSON
SYDNEY, 1st September, 1915.
Contents
I. A SPRING SONG
The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat;...
II. THE INTRO
'Er name's Doreen...Well, spare me bloomin' days!...
III. THE STOUSH O' DAY
Ar, these is 'appy days! An' 'ow they've flown--...
IV. DOREEN
I wish't yeh meant it, Bill." Oh, 'ow me 'eart...
V. THE PLAY
"Wot's in a name?" she sez... An' then she sighs,...
VI. THE STROR 'AT COOT
Ar, wimmin! Wot a blinded fool I've been!...
VII. THE SIREN
She sung a song, an' I sat silent there....
VIII. MAR
"'Er pore dear Par," she sez, "'e kept a store";...
IX. PILOT COVE
"Young friend," 'e sez...Young friend! Well, spare me days!...
X. HITCHED
"An'--wilt--yeh--take--this--woman--fer--to--be--...
XI. BEEF TEA
She never magged; she never said no word;...
XII. UNCLE JIM
"I got no time fer wasters, lad," sez 'e,...
XIII. THE KID
My son!...Them words, jist like a blessed song,...
XIV. THE MOOCH O' LIFE
This ev'nin' I was sittin' wiv Doreen,...
THE GLOSSARY
I. A Spring Song
The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat;
Crool Forchin's dirty left 'as smote me soul;
An' all them joys o' life I 'eld so sweet
Is up the pole.
Fer, as the poit sez, me 'eart 'as got
The pip wiv yearnin' fer--I dunno wot.
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