I took a contract to bury the body… Whenever, wherever or whatsoever t… Whether he die in the light o’ day… In cabin or dance—hall, camp or di… On velvet tundra or virgin peak, b…
In the dark and damp of the alley… Lay the Christmas tree that hadn’… By a shopman dourly thrown outside… With the ruck and rubble of Chris… Trodden deep in the muck and mire,
Visibility Because my eyes were none to brigh… Strong spectacles I bought, And lo! there sprang into my sight A life beyond my thought:
You say I am the slave of Fate Bound by unalterable laws. I harken, but your words I hate, Your damnable Effect and Cause. If there’s no hope for happy Chan…
Till midnight her needle she plied To finish her pretty pink dress; “Oh, bless you, my darling,” she s… “I hope you will be a success.” As she entered the Oddfellow’s Ha…
What was the blackest sight to me Of all that campaign? A naked woman tied to a tree With jagged holes where her breast… Rotting there in the rain.
When young I was an Atheist, Yea, pompous as a pigeon No opportunity I missed To satirize religion. I sneered at Scripture, scoffed a…
If on water and sweet bread Seven years I’ll add to life, For me will no blood be shed, No lamb know the evil knife; Excellently will I dine
He wrote a play; by day and night He strove with passion and delight… Yet knew, long ere the curtain dro… His drama was a sorry flop. In Parliament he sought a seat;
It was the steamer Alice May that… And touched in every river camp fr… It was her builder, owner, pilot,… Who took her through the angry ice… Who patched her cracks with gunny…
He hurried away, young heart of jo… And I watched him go, my beautifu… For my hair is grey, and his was g… And I’d loved him so, and I’m old… Ah yes, he was proud and swift and…
After working hard all day In the office, How much worse on homeward way My old cough is! Barney’s Bar is gaily lit,
Me and Ed and a stretcher Out on the nootral ground. (If there’s one dead corpse, I’ll… There’s a 'undred smellin’ around.… Me and Eddie O’Brian,
A hundred years is a lot of living I’ve often thought. and I’ll know… Some day if the gods are good in g… And grant me to turn the century. Yet in all my eighty years of bein…
No lyric line I ever penned The praise this parasitic bird; And what is more, I don’t intend To write a laudatory word, Since in my garden robins made