Three widows of the Middle West We’re grimly chewing gum; The Lido chef a quail had dressed With garlic and with rum, And they were painfully oppressed
The night before I left Milan A mob jammed the Cathedral Square… And high the tide of passion ran As politics befouled the air. A seething hell of human strife,
Because I have no garden and No pence to buy, Before the flower shop I stand And sigh. The beauty of the Springtide spil…
Out of the wood my White Knight c… His eyes were bright with a bitter… As I clung to his stirrup leather… For I was only a dreaming lad, Yet oh, what a wonderful faith I…
Rosemary has of dolls a dozen, Yet she disdains them all; While Marie Rose, her pauper cous… Has just an old rag doll. But you should see her mother it,
I don’t think men of eighty odd Should let a surgeon operate; Better to pray for peace with God… And reconcile oneself to Fate: At four—score years we really shou…
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…
Jack would laugh an’ joke all day; Never saw a lad so gay; Singin’ like a medder lark, Loaded to the Plimsoll mark With God’s sunshine was that boy;
Pedlar’s coming down the street, Housewives beat a swift retreat. Don’t you answer to the bell; Heedless what she has to sell. Just discreetly go inside.
They’re hanging Bill at eight o’… And millions will applaud. He killed, and so they have to kil… Such is the will of God. His brother Tom is on my bed
Since much has been your mirth And fair your fate, Friend, leave your lot of earth Less desolate. With frailing overdue,
Sky’s a—waxin’ grey, Got to be a—goin’; Gittin’ on my way, Where? I ain’t a—knowin’. Fellers, no more jokes,
We brought him in from between the… For what’s the use of risking one’… What’s the use of tearing him loos… When he’s shot in the head, and wo… However, I say, we brought him in…
There was Claw—fingered Kitty and… When unto them in the Long, Long… Bearing his prize of a black fox p… His cheeks were blanched as the fl… Deep in their dark, sin—calcined p…
We’ve finished up the filthy war; We’ve won what we were fighting fo… (Or have we? I don’t know). But anyway I have my wish: I’m back upon the old Boul’ Mich’…