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  • This crowded life of God's good giving
    No man has relished more than I;
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  • Let us be thankful, Lord, for little things -
    The song of birds, the rapture of the rose;
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  • Because life's passing show
         Is little to his mind,
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  • He took the grade in second - quite a climb,
    Dizzy and dangerous, yet how sublime!
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  • Should you preserve white mice in honey
    Don't use imported ones from China,
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  • He gave a picture exhibition,
    Hiring a little empty shop.
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  • The Countess sprawled beside the sea
    As naked a she well could be;
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  • The night before I left Milan
    A mob jammed the Cathedral Square,
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  • But yesterday I banked on fistic fame,
    Figgerin' I'd be a champion of the Ring.
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  • When I was brash and gallant-gay
    Just fifty years ago,
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  • Between the cliff-rise and the beach
    A slip of emerald I own;
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  • The mule-skinner was Bill Jerome, the passengers were three;
    Two tinhorns from the dives of Nome, and Father Tim McGee.
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  • A Wintertide we had been wed
    When Jan went off to sea;
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  • O meadow lark, so wild and free,
    It cannot be, it cannot be,
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  • Where are the dames I used to know
    In Dawson in the days of yore?
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  • My only medals are the scars
    I've won in weary, peacetime wars,
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  • One day the Great Designer sought
    His Clerk of Birth and Death.
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  • The meal was o'er, the lamp was lit,
    The family sat in its glow;
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  • I had a dream, a dream of dread:
    I thought that horror held the house;
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  • A Frenchman and an Englishman
    Resolved to fight a duel,
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  • With barbwire hooch they filled him full,
    Till he was drunker than all hell,
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  • I think I'll buy a little field,
    Though scant am I of pelf,
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  • Why should I be the first to fall
    Of all the leaves on this old tree?
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  • Gas got me in the first World War,
    And all my mates at rest are laid.
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  • Although the Preacher be a bore,
    The Atheist is even more.
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  • I to a crumpled cabin came
    upon a hillside high,
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  • Somehow the skies don't seem so blue
    As they used to be;
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  • Grand-daughter of the Painted Nails,
    As if they had been dipped in gore,
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  • To please him we will do our best.
    A worthy haggis you must make,
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  • Past ash cans and alley cats,
    Fetid. overflowing gutters,
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  • Oh Julie Claire was very fair,
    Yet generous as well,
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  • Alphonso Rex who died in Rome
    Was quite a fistful as a kid;
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  • His face was like a lobster red,
    His legs were white as mayonnaise:
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  • Mad Maria in the Square
    Sits upon a wicker chair.
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  • On this festive first of May,
    Wending wistfully my way
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  • My lead dog Mike was like a bear;
    I reckon he was grizzly bred,
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  • He was my best and oldest friend.
    I'd known him all my life.
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  • I never killed a bear because
    I always thought them critters was
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  • A hundred years is a lot of living
    I've often thought. and I'll know, maybe,
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  • I wrote a poem to the moon
    But no one noticed it;
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  • Let's make him a sailor, said Father,
    And he will adventure the sea.
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  • When looking back I dimly see
    The trails my feet have trod,
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  • Of all the boys with whom I fought
    In Africa and Sicily,
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  • My first I wed when just sixteen
    And he was sixty-five.
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  • I met an ancient man who mushed
    With Peary to the Pole.
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  • I made a picture; all my heart
    I put in it, and all I knew
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  • I've often wondered why
    Old chaps who choose to die
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  • At dusk I saw a craintive mouse
    That sneaked and stole around the house;
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  • When I attended Mass today
    A coloured maid sat down by me,
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  • A bonny bird I found today
    Mired in a melt of tar;
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  • Oh Maggie, do you mind the day
    We went to school together,
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  • "Give me my daily bread.
    It seems so odd,
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  • God's truth! these be the bitter times.
    In vain I sing my sheaf of rhymes,
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  • My garden robin in the Spring
    Was rapturous with glee,
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  • Behold! the Spanish flag they're raising
    Before the Palace courtyard gate;
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  • Poets may praise a wattle thatch
    Doubtfully waterproof;
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  • I used to sing, when I was young,
    The joy of idleness;
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  • We pitied him because
    He lived alone;
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  • In Paris on a morn of May
    I sent a radio transalantic
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  • Though elegance I ill afford,
    My living-room is green and gold;
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  • I'll wait until my money's gone
    Before I take the sleeping pills;
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  • I saw a Priest in beetle black
    Come to our golden beach,
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  • A hundred people I employed,
    But when they struck for higher pay,
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  • My Pa and Ma their honeymoon
    Passed in an Andulasian June,
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  • The Men of Seville are, they say,
    The laziest of Spain.
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  • We have no aspiration vain
    For paradise Utopian,
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  • The Spanish women don't wear slacks
    Because their hips are too enormous.
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  • It's mighty nice at shut of day
    With weariness to hit the hey,
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  • The General now lives in town;
    He's eighty odd, they say;
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  • Bill has left his house of clay,
    Slammed the door and gone away:
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  • Son put a poser up to me
    That made me scratch my head:
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  • Six bulls I saw as black as jet,
    With crimsoned horns and amber eyes
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  • You never saw a cat with wings,
    I'll bet a dollar -- well, I did;
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  • The Sergeant of a Highland Reg-
    -Iment was drilling of his men;
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  • The Rector met a little lass
    Who led a heifer by a rope.
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  • In city shop a hat I saw
    That to my fancy seemed to strike,
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  • Beware of wedlock - 'tis a gamble,
    It's MAN who holds the losing end
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  • The Man from Cook's morosely said.
    And if our chaps had won the War
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  • To visit the Escurial
    We took a motor bus,
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  • In all the pubs from Troon to Ayr
    Grandfather's father would repair
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  • They say that Monte Carlo is
    A sunny place for shady people;
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  • Clutched at my hand with nervous twitch.
    (She seemed to be a pretty bitch.)
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  • Of all the men I ever knew
    The tinkingest was Uncle Jim;
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  • I pawned my sick wife's wedding ring,
    To drink and make myself a beast.
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  • Oh I have worn my mourning out,
    And on her grave the green grass grows;
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  • Her intellect is second-rate.
    If she was witty she would never
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  • Three widows of the Middle West
    We're grimly chewing gum;
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  • And which was right still puzzles me:
    Perhaps one should be blind to see.
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  • First Ghost
    To sepulcher my mouldy bones
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  • Unpenitent, I grieve to state,
    Two good men stood by heaven's gate,
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  • In the Northland there were three
    Pukka Pliers of the pen;
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  • Some praise the Lord for Light,
    The living spark;
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  • We have no heart for civil strife,
    Our burdens we prefer to bear;
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  • Let poets piece prismatic words,
    Give me the jewelled joy of birds!
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  • She'd bring to me a skein of wool
    And beg me to hold out my hands;
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  • When I went by the meadow gate
    The chestnut mare would trot to meet me,
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  • Oh how I'd be gay and glad
    If a little house I had,
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