A father’s pride I used to know, A mother’s love was mine; For swinish husks I let them go, And bedded with the swine. Since then I’ve come on evil days

Some carol of the banjo, to its me… Of viol or of lute some make a son… My battered old accordion, you’re… You’ve been my friend and comforte… Round half the world I’ve trotted…

The English and the French were m… Upon the field of future battle; The foes were formidably set And waiting for the guns to rattle… When from the serried ranks of Fr…

I’m just a mediocre man Of no high—brow pretence; A comfortable life I plan With care and commonsense. I do the things most people do,

Past ash cans and alley cats, Fetid. overflowing gutters, Leprous lines of rancid flats Where the frowsy linen flutters; With a rattle and a jar,

Deeming that I was due to die I framed myself a coffin; So full of graveyard zeal was I, I set the folks a—laughing. I made it snugly to my fit,

Upspoke the culprit at the bar, Conducting his own case: ‘Your Lordship, I have gone to fa… But grant me of your grace. As I was passing by a shop

Three times I had the lust to kil… To clutch a throat so young and fa… And squeeze with all my might unti… No breath of being lingered there. Three times I drove the demon out…

Said he: “I’ll dive deep in the P… And write a book of direful days When summer skies were overcast With smoke of humble hearths ablaz… When War was rampant in the land,

I strolled up old Bonanza, where… A—purpose to revisit the old claim… I kept thinking mighty sadly of th… And the lads who once were with me… Poor boys, they’re down—and—outers…

And so when he reached my bed The General made a stand: “My brave young fellow,” he said, “I would shake your hand.” So I lifted my arm, the right,

I sing no idle songs of dalliance… No dreams Elysian inspire my rhym… I have no Celia to enchant my lay… No pipes of Pan have set my heart… I am no wordsmith dripping gems di…

Playboy I greet the challenge of the dawn With weary, bleary eyes; Into the sky so ashen wan I wait the sun to rise;

There’s a four—pronged buck a—swin… And it roamed the velvet valley ti… But I tracked it by the river, an… And I killed it on the mountain m… Now I’ve had my lazy supper, and…

It isn’t the foe that we fear; It isn’t the bullets that whine; It isn’t the business career Of a shell, or the bust of a mine; It isn’t the snipers who seek