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Book: Rhymes of a Roughneck

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  • Three times I had the lust to kill,
    To clutch a throat so young and fair,
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  • I deem that there are lyric days
    So ripe with radiance and cheer,
    25 lines
  • My virtues in Carara stone
    Cut carefully you all my scan;
    16 lines
  • Never knew Jim, did you? Our boy Jim?
    Bless you, there was the likely lad;
    48 lines
  • To smite Apollo's lyre I am unable;
    Of loveliness, alas! I cannot sing.
    24 lines
  • There once was a limpet puffed with pride
    Who said to the ribald sea:
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  • Deeming that I were better dead,
    "How shall I kill myself?" I said.
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • We bore him to his boneyard lot
    One afternoon at three;
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • You see that sheaf of slender books
    Upon the topmost shelf,
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • Black ants have made a musty mound
    My purple pine tree under,
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • I do not swear because I am
    A sweet and sober guy;
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • A-sitttin' on a cracker box an' spittin' in the stove,
    I took a sudden notion that I'd kindo' like to rove;
    36 lines
  • When I was daft (as urchins are),
    And full if fairy lore,
    12 lines
  • He stared at me with sad, hurt eyes,
    That drab, untidy man;
    40 lines, 1 comment
  • Let us have birthdays every day,
    (I had the thought while I was shaving)
    32 lines
  • Behold! I'm old; my hair is white;
    My eighty years are in the offing,
    32 lines
  • One spoke: "Come, let us gaily go
    With laughter, love and lust,
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  • Of all the meals that glad my day
    My morning one's the best;
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  • My brother Jim's a millionaire,
    while I have scarce a penny;
    32 lines
  • She
    I'm waiting for the man I hope to wed.
    60 lines
  • Said darling daughter unto me:
    "oh Dad, how funny it would be
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  • Cinderella in the street
    In a ragged gown,
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  • He used to say: There ain't a doubt
    Misfortune is a bitter pill,
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  • Though I defy the howling horde
    As bloody-browed I smite,
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  • Bed and bread are all I need
             In my happy day;
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  • "Carry your suitcase, Sir?" he said.
    I turned away to hide a grin,
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  • Birds have no consciousness of doom:
    Yon thrush that serenades me daily
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  • I am a Day . . .
    My sky is grey,
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  • Old Man Death's a lousy heel who will not play the game:
    Let Graveyard yawn and doom down crash, he'll sneer and turn away.
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  • Before the florid portico
    I watched the gamblers come and go,
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  • As I go forth from fair to mart
    With racket ringing,
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  • My flask of wine was ruby red
    And swift I ran my sweet to see;
    24 lines
  • I know how father's strap would feel,
    If ever I were caught,
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  • "I'll do the old dump in a day,"
    He told me in his brittle way.
    40 lines
  • As you gaze beyond the bay
    With such wanness in your eyes,
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  • To hell with Government I say;
    I'm sick of all the piddling pack.
    32 lines
  • Dusting my books I spent a busy day:
    Not ancient toes, time-hallowed and unread,
    30 lines
  • The God of Scribes looked down and saw
    The bitter band of seven,
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  • 'Twas on an iron, icy day
    I saw a pirate gull down-plane,
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  • I had a bitter enemy,
    His heart to hate he gave,
    24 lines
  • Said he: "You saw the Master clear;
    By Rushy Pond alone he sat,
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  • I grabbed the new Who's Who to see
                           My name - but it was not.
    12 lines
  • A ray of sun strayed softly round,
    For something to caress,
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  • Two men I saw reel from a bar
    And stumble down the street;
    40 lines
  • Ah me! How hard is destiny!
    If we could only know. . . .
    40 lines
  • No man can be a failure if he thinks he's a success;
    he may not own his roof-tree overhead,
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  • All day he lay upon the sand
    When summer sun was bright,
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  • In London City I evade
    For charming Burlington Arcade -
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  • In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free,
    An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree,
    70 lines
  • I am the Cannon King, behold!
    I perish on a throne of gold.
    33 lines
  • "A year to live," the Doctor said;
    "There is no cure," and shook his head.
    33 lines
  • Deeming that I was due to die
    I framed myself a coffin;
    32 lines
  • 'Twas in a pub just off the Strand
    When I was in my cups,
    32 lines
  • Being a writer I receive
    Sweet screeds from folk of every land;
    31 lines
  • The world is sadly sick, they say,
    And plagued by woe and pain.
    24 lines
  • I have a house I've lived in long:
    I can't recall my going in.
    24 lines
  • I have a tiny piney wood;
    my trees are only fifty,
    24 lines
  • If she met him or he met her,
    I knew that something must occur;
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  • Of twin daughters I'm the mother -
    Lord! how I was proud of them;
    32 lines
  • To tribulations of mankind
    Dame Nature is indifferent;
    24 lines
  • A pote is sure a goofy guy;
    He ain't got guts like you or I
    50 lines, 1 comment
  • There were twin artists A. and B.
    Who painted pictures two,
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  • My garden hath a slender path
    With ivy overgrown,
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  • The English and the French were met
    Upon the field of future battle;
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  • The lady at the corner wicket
    Sold me a stamp, I stooped to lick it,
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  • "If you repent," the Parson said,"
    Your sins will be forgiven.
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  • He had the grocer's counter-stoop,
    That little man so grey and neat;
    40 lines
  • Here lyeth one
    Who loved the sun;
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  • Ruins in Rome are four a penny,
    And here along the Appian Way
    32 lines, 2 comments
  • 'Tis hard to hang a husky lad
    When larks are in the sky;
    32 lines
  • Obit 23rd April 1616
    Is it not strange that on this common date,
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  • Someone's Mother trails the street
    Wrapt in rotted rags;
    33 lines, 1 comment
  • When I was boxing in the ring
    In 'Frisco back in ninety-seven,
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  • It was foretold by sybils three
    that in an air crash he would die.
    36 lines
  • Said Jock McBrown to Tam McSmith,
    "A little bet I'm game to take on,
    12 lines
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