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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357529" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Doreen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I wish't yeh menat it, Bill.' Oh, 'ow me 'eart<br>Went out to 'er that evnin' on the beach.<br>I knew she weren't no ordinary tart,<br>My little peach!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To 'ear 'er voice! Its gentle sorter tone,<br>Like soft dream-music of some Dago band.<br>An' me all out; an' 'oldin' in me own<br> 'Er little 'and.<br>An' 'ow she blushed! O, strike! it was divine<br>The way she raised 'er shinin' eyes to mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Er eyes! Soft in the moon; such BOSHTER eyes!<br>An' when they sight a bloke…O, spare me days!<br>'E goes all loose inside; such glamour lies<br> In 'er sweet gaze.<br>It makes 'im all ashamed uv wot 'e's been<br>To look inter the eyes of my Doreen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wet sands glistened, an' the gleamin' moon<br>Shone yeller on the sea, all streakin' down.<br>A band was playin' some soft, dreamy choon;<br> An' up the town<br>We 'eard the distant tram-cars whir an' clash.<br>An' there I told Per 'ow I'd done me dash.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I wish't yeh meant it.' 'Struth! And did I, fair?<br>A bloke 'ud be a dawg to kid a skirt<br>Like her. An' me well knowin' she was square.<br>It 'ud be dirt!<br>'E'd be no man to point wiv her, an' kid.<br>I meant it honest; an' she knoo I did.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She knoo. I've done me block in on her, straight.<br>A cove 'as got to think some time in life<br>An' get some decent tart, ere it's too late,<br> To be 'is wife.<br>But, Gawd! 'Oo would 'a' thort it could 'a' been<br>My luck to strike the likes of Per?…Doreen!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aw, I can stand their chuckin' off, I can.<br>It's 'ard; an' I'd delight to take 'em on.<br>The dawgs! But it gets that way wiv a man<br> When 'e's fair gone.<br>She'll sight no stoush; an' so I have to take<br>Their mag, an' do a duck fer her sweet sake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fer 'er sweet sake I've gone and chucked it clean:<br>The pubs an' schools an' all that leery game.<br>Fer when a bloke 'as come to know Doreen,<br> It ain't the same.<br>There's 'igher things, she sez, for blokes to do.<br>An' I am 'arf believin' that it's true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, 'igher things—that wus the way she spoke;<br>An' when she looked at me I sorter felt<br>That bosker feelin' that comes o'er a bloke,<br>An' makes 'im melt;<br>Makes 'im all 'ot to maul 'er, an' to shove<br>'Is arms about'er…Bli'me? but it's love!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's wot it is. An' when a man 'as grown<br>Like that 'e gets a sorter yearn inside<br>To be a little 'ero on 'is own;<br>An' see the pride<br>Glow in the eyes of 'er 'e calls 'is queen;<br>An' 'ear 'er say 'e is a shine champeen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I wish't yeh meant it,' I can 'ear 'er yet,<br>My bit o' fluff! The moon was shinin' bright,<br>Turnin' the waves all yeller where it set<br> A bonzer night!<br>The sparklin' sea all sorter gold an' green;<br>An' on the pier the band—O, 'Ell!… Doreen!</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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Went out to 'er that evnin' on the beach.
I knew she weren't no ordinary tart,
My little peach!

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Like soft dream-music of some Dago band.
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