I’m gatherin’ flowers by the waysi… I’ve sneaked away from the billet,… ‘E’d call me a silly fat’ead, and… To see me ’ere in the cornfield, w… For Jim and me we are rough uns,…

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

What guts he had, the Dago lad Who fought that Frenchman grim wi… For nigh an hour they milled like… And mauled the mat in rare old sty… Then up and launched like catapult…

Since all that is was ever bound t… Since grim, eternal laws our Bein… And both the riddle and the answer… And both the carnage and the calm… Since plain within the Book of De…

I sought Him on the purple seas, I sought Him on the peaks aflame; Amid the gloom of giant trees And canyons lone I called His nam… The wasted ways of earth I trod:

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…

Mumsie and Dad are raven dark And I am lily blonde. ‘Tis strange,’ I once heard nurse… ‘You do not correspond.’ And yet they claim me as their own…

Jenny was my first sweetheart; Poor lass! she was none too smart. Though I swore she’d never rue it… She would never let me do it. When I tried she mad a fuss,

I bought a cuckoo clock And glad was I To hear its tick and tock, Its dulcet cry. But Jones, whose wife is young

Drunk or sober Uncle Jim Played the boy; Never glum or sour or grim, Oozin’ joy. Most folks thought he was no good,

'Nay; I don’t need a hearing aid’ I told Mama—in—law; 'For if I had I’d be afraid Of your eternal jaw; Although at me you often shout,

They turned him loose; he bowed hi… A felon, bent and grey. His face was even as the Dead, He had no word to say. He sought the home of his old love…

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…

By parents I would not be pinned, Nor in my home abide, For I was wanton as the wind And tameless as the tide; So scornful of domestic hearth,