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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357375" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Gallant Gentleman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A month ago the world grew grey fer me;<br>A month ago the light went out fer Rose.<br>To 'er they broke it gentle as might be;<br>But fer 'is pal 'twus one uv them swift blows<br>That stops the 'eart-beat; fer to me it came<br>Jist, 'Killed in Action,' an' beneath 'is name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ow many times 'ave I sat dreamin' 'ere<br>An' seen the boys returnin', gay an' proud.<br>I've seen the greetin's, 'eard 'is rousin' cheer,<br>An' watched ole Mick come stridin' thro' the crowd.<br>'Ow many times 'ave I sat in this chair<br>An' seen 'is 'ard chiv grinnin' over there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'E's laughed, an' told me stories uv the war.<br>Changed some 'e looked, but still the same ole Mick,<br>Keener an' cleaner than 'e wus before;<br>'E's took me 'and, an' said 'e's in great nick.<br>Sich wus the dreamin's uv a fool 'oo tried<br>To jist crack 'ardy, an' 'old gloom aside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' now - well, wot's the odds? I'm only one:<br>One out uv many 'oo 'as lost a friend.<br>Manlike, I'll bounce again, an' find me fun;<br>But fer Poor Rose it seems the bitter end.<br>Fer Rose, an' sich as Rose, when one man dies<br>It seems the world goes black before their eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ar, well; if Mick could 'ear me blither now,<br>I know jist wot 'e'd say an' 'ow 'e'd look:<br>'Aw, cut it out, mate; chuck that silly row!<br>There ain't so sense in takin' sich things crook.<br>I've took me gamble; an' there's none to blame<br>Becos I drew a blank; it's in the game.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A parson cove he broke the noos to Rose <br>A friend uv mine, a bloke wiv snowy 'air,<br>An' gentle, soothin' sort o'ways, 'oo goes<br>Thro' life jist 'umpin' others' loads uv care.<br>Instid uv Mick - jist one rough soljer lad -<br>Yeh'd think 'e'd lost the dearest friend 'e 'ad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But 'ow kin blows be sof'n'd sich as that?<br>Rose took it as 'er sort must take sich things.<br>An' if the jolt uv it 'as knocked me flat,<br>Well, 'oo is there to blame 'er if it brings<br>Black thorts that comes to women when they frets,<br>An' makes 'er tork wild tork an' foolish threats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' then there comes the letter that wus sent<br>To give the strength uv Ginger's passin' out <br>A long, straight letter frum a bloke called Trent;<br>'Tain't no use tellin' wot it's orl about:<br>There's things that's in it I kin see quite clear<br>Ole Ginger Mick ud be ashamed to 'ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Things praisin 'im, that pore ole Mick ud say<br>Wus comin' it too 'ot; fer, spare me days!<br>I well remember that 'e 'ad a way<br>Uv curlin' up when 'e wus slung bokays.<br>An' Trent 'e seems to think that in some way<br>'E owes Mick somethin' that 'e can't repay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, p'raps 'e does,- an' in the note 'e sends<br>'E arsts if Mick 'as people 'e kin find.<br>Fer Trent's an English toff wiv swanky friends,<br>An' wants to 'elp wot Ginger's left be'ind.<br>'E sez strange things in this 'ere note 'e sends:<br>'He was a gallant gentleman,' it ends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A gallant gentleman! Well, I dunno.<br>I 'ardly think that Mick ud like that name.<br>But this 'ere Trent's a toff, an' ort to know<br>The breedin' uv the stock frum which 'e came.<br>Gallant an' game Mick might 'a' bin; but then <br>Lord! Fancy 'im among the gentlemen!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'E wus a man; that's good enough fer me,<br> 'Oo wus 'is cobber many years before<br>'E writ it plain fer other blokes to see,<br>An' proved it good an' pleny at the war.<br>'E wus a man; an', by the way 'e died,<br>'E wus a man 'is friend can claim wiv pride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The way 'e died… Gawd! but it makes me proud<br>I ever 'eld 'is 'and, to read that tale.<br>An' Trent is one uv that 'igh-steppin' crowd<br>That don't sling pral'se around be ev'ry mail.<br>To 'im it seemed some great 'eroic lurk;<br>But Mick, I know, jist took it wiv 'is work.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No matter wot 'e done. It's jist a thing<br>I knoo 'e'd do if once 'e got the show.<br>An' it would never please 'im fer to sling<br>Tall tork at 'im jist cos 'e acted so.<br>'Don't make a song uv it!' I 'ear 'im growl,<br>'I've done me limit, an' tossed in the tow'l.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This little job, 'e knoo - an' I know well <br>A thousand uv 'is cobbers would 'ave done.<br>Fer they are soljers; an' it's crook to tell<br>A tale that marks fer praise a single one.<br>An' that's 'ow Mick wopuold 'ave it, as I kow;<br>An', as 'e'd 'ave it, so we'll let it go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Trent tells 'ow, when they found 'im, near the end,<br>'E starts a fag an' grins orl bright an' gay.<br>An' when they arsts fer messages to send<br>To friends, 'is look goes dreamin' far away.<br>'Look after Rose,' 'e sez, 'when I move on.<br>Look after… Rose… Mafeesh!' An' 'e wus gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We buried 'im,' sez Trent, 'down by the beach.<br>We put mimosa on the mound uv sand<br>Above 'im. 'Twus the nearest thing in reach<br>To golden wattle uv 'is native land.<br>But never wus the fairest wattle wreath<br>More golden than the 'eart uv 'im beneath.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' so - Mafeesh! as Mick 'ad learned to say.<br>'E's finished; an' there's few 'as marked 'im go.<br>Only one soljer, outed in the fray,<br>'Oo took 'is gamble, an' 'oo 'a 'is show.<br>There's few to mourn 'im: an' the less they leave,<br>The less uv sorrer, fewer 'earts to grieve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' when I'm feelin' blue, an' mopin' 'ere<br>About h epal I've lorst; Doreen, my wifem<br>She come an' takes my 'and, an' tells me, 'Dear,<br>Ther's be more cause to mourn a wasted life.<br>'E proved 'imself a man, an' 'e's at rest.'<br>An' so, I tries to think sich things is best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A gallant gentleman… Well, let it go.<br>They sez they've put them words above 'is 'ead,<br>Out there where lonely graves stretch in a row;<br>But Mick 'ell never mind it now 'e's dead.<br>An' where 'e's gone, when they weigh praise an' blame,<br>P'raps gentlemen an' men is much the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They fights; an' orl the land is filled wiv cheers.<br>They dies; an' 'ere an' there a 'eart is broke.<br>An' when I weighs it orl - the shouts, the tears -<br>I sees it's well Mick wus a lonely bloke.<br>'E found a game 'e knoo, an' played it well;<br>An' now 'e's gone. Wot more is there to tell?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A month ago, fer me the world grew grey;<br>A month ago the light went out fer Rose;<br>Becos one common soljer crossed the way,<br>Leavin' a common message as 'e goes.<br>But ev'ry dyin' soljer's 'ope lies there:<br>'Look after Rose. Mafeesh!' Gawd! It's a pray'r!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's wot it is; an' when yeh sort it out,<br>Shuttin' yer ears to orl the sounds o' strife <br>The shouts, the cheers, the curses - 'oo kin doubt<br>The claims uv women; mother, sweet'eart, wife?<br>An' 'oos to 'ear our soljers' dyin' wish?<br>An' 'oo's to 'eed? . . . 'Look after Rose . . . Mafeesh!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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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' bene..."></div>
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