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A Woman's Way

Women is strange. You take my tip; I'm wise.

I know enough to know I'll never know

The 'uman female mind, or wot su'prise

They 'as in store to bring yer boastin' low.

They keep yeh guessin' wot they're up to nex',

An' then, odds on, it's wot yeh least expecks.

Take me. I know me wife can twist me round

'Er little finger. I don't mind that none.

by C J Dennis

Dusk

Now is the healing, quiet hour that fills

This gay, green world with peace and grateful rest.

Where lately over opalescent hills

The blood of slain Day reddened all the west,

Now comes at Night's behest,

A glow that over all the forest spills,

As with the gold of promised daffodils.

Of all hours this is best.

by C J Dennis

'Urry

Now, Ma-til-der! Ain't cher dressed yet? I declare, the girl ain't up!

Last as ushul. Move yerself, you sleepy'-ead!

Are you goin' to lie there lazin',

W'ile I - Nell, put down that basin;

Go an' see if Bill has got the poddies fed;

Tell 'im not to move that clucky - ho, yer up, me L-*dy. eh?

That's wot comes from gallivantin' lat ut night.

Why, the sun is nearly - see now,

by C J Dennis

Bird Song - Crow

Crow

I detest the Carrion Crow!

(He's a raven, don't you know?)

He's a greedy glutton, also, and a ghoul,

And his sanctimonious caw

Rubs my temper on the raw.

He's a demon, and a most degraded fowl.

Blue Wren

by C J Dennis

The Austral-Aise

Fellers of Australier,

Blokes an' coves an' coots,

Shift yer —- carcases,

Move yer —- boots.

Gird yer —- loins up,

Get yer —- gun,

Set the —- enermy

An' watch the blighters run.

by C J Dennis

'A Gallant Gentleman'

A month ago the world grew grey fer me;

A month ago the light went out fer Rose.

To 'er they broke it gentle as might be;

But fer 'is pal 'twus one uv them swift blows

That stops the 'eart-beat; fer to me it came

Jist, "Killed in Action," an' beneath 'is name.

'Ow many times 'ave I sat dreamin' 'ere

An' seen the boys returnin', gay an' proud.

by C J Dennis

'I Dips me Lid'

"Young sir," 'E sez . . . Like that . . . It made me feel

Romantic like, as if me dream was reel.

'Is dress was fancy, an' 'is style was grave.

An' me ? I 'ope I know 'ow to be'ave

In 'igh-toned company, for ain't I been

Instructed careful by me wife, Doreen ?

" Sing small," she sez. An' that's iist wot I did.

I sounds me haitches, an' I dips me lid.

by C J Dennis

The Mooch O' Life

This ev'nin' I was sittin' wiv Doreen,

Peaceful an' 'appy wiv the day's work done,

Watchin', be'ind the orchard's bonzer green,

The flamin' wonder of the settin' sun.

Another day gone by; another night

Creepin' along to douse Day's golden light;

Another dawning when the night is gone,

To live an' love—an' so life mooches on.

by C J Dennis

Old Black Jacko

Smokes tobacco

In his little pipe of clay.

Puff, puff, puff,

He never has enough

Though he smokes it all day.

But his lubra says, "Mine tink dat Jacky

Him shmoke plenty too much baccy."

by C J Dennis

Our Cow

Down by the slipralls stands our cow

Chewing, chewing, chewing,

She does not care what folks out there

In the great, big world are doing.

She sees the small cloud-shadows pass

And green grass shining under.

If she does think, what does she think

About it all, I wonder?

by C J Dennis

A Dogs' View

I'm only just a common racing dog,

Simple in habit, and my diet's plain.

I have never had a longing for the grog

That some men seem to need, more vim to gain.

And I have heard it said of such a one,

Who in his swilling emulates the hogs:

"He's boozing day and night: he's getting done.

Poor man," they say: "he's going to the dogs."

by C J Dennis

The Long Road Home

When I go back from Billy's place I always have to roam

The mazy road, the crazy road that leads the long way home.

Ma always says, "Why don't you come through Mr Donkin's land?

The footbridge track will bring you back." Ma doesn't understand.

I cannot go that way, you know, because of Donkin's dog;

So I set forth and travel north,, and cross the fallen log.

Last week, when I was coming by, that log had lizards in it;

And you can't say I stop to play if I just search a minute.

by C J Dennis