The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke by C. J. (Clarence James) Dennis
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page 57 of 81 (70%)
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But say, I tell yeh straight...I been thro' 'ell!
The things I thort I wouldn't dare to tell Lest, in the tellin' I might feel again One little part of all that fear an' pain. It come so sudden that I lorst me block. First, it was, 'Ell-fer-leather to the doc., 'Oo took it all so calm 'e made me curse An' then I sprints like mad to get the nurse. By gum; that woman! But she beat me flat! A man's jist putty in a game like that. She owned me 'appy 'ome almost before She fairly got 'er nose inside me door. Sweatin' I was! but cold wiv fear inside An' then, to think a man could be denied 'Is wife an' 'ome an' told to fade away By jist one fat ole nurse 'oo's in 'is pay! I wus too weak wiv funk to start an' rouse. 'Struth! Ain't a man the boss in 'is own 'ouse? "You go an' chase yerself!" she tips me straight. There's nothin' now fer you to do but--wait." Wait?...Gawd!...I never knoo wot waitin' meant In all me life till that day I was sent To loaf around, while there inside--Aw, strike! I couldn't tell yeh wot that hour was like! |
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