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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357564" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Further Afric Echoes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By gar! I tell-a you, t'ings don't stop<br>Since da war he come wit' a rush,<br>When Nicko, da boss at da fry-fish shop,<br>He sack-a Black Sam, da slush.<br>I tella you how Nick t'row Sam out<br>An' say for to notta come back;<br>An' I tella how Sam play turn about<br>An' launch-a da count' attack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, t'ings dey move like da grease-a-da-light.<br>Nick speak-a to four, five friend,<br>An' he say: 'We make-a raid tonight<br>An' bringa dis war for end.'<br>So dey find-a where Sam an' his friends hang out,<br>An' dey snap-a da fing' at da law<br>When dey make-a da plan for da midnight rout<br>An' da dirty sock-a-da-jaw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Sammo he got da spy in da camp,<br>An' he catch-a da hint what drp,<br>So he spill-a da tale of Nicka da scamp<br>In da ear of da corner-a cop.<br>Den da cop meet Nick an' his friends dat night<br>An' make t'rcat for the runnin' dem in<br>But Nick say: 'Call-a you'seluf da white<br>For proteck black Abb-da-sin?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say da cop: 'Datta be about all from you.<br>More bettra you buzz off, lad,<br>Or you cool-a da heel, an' you cobber, too.'<br>Den Nicko he wile like-a mad.<br>An' he say: 'Do dey smash-a my shop, by gar,<br>An' I catch-a no compensaish'?<br>Santa da Luce! What you t'inkin' you are <br>Da bloom-a League-a-da-Naish?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Den Nick get wile, an' his frien's get wile,<br>An' da cop get wile like 'ell;<br>An' da lingua dey use, so you hear for a mile,<br>It not-a for me to tell,<br>But da cop he cool off by by an'-a by,<br>An' he say: 'Cut-a out da swank!<br>You make-a da peace, or me, I apply<br>Da eco-da-nomic sanc'.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now I tells da boys (da cop he say)<br>From da ironwork out-a da back,<br>An' da girls from da jam-fac' over da way<br>To declare-a you' fry-fish black!<br>What-a you do den, Mista Musso-da-lin?<br>Datta food for t'ink, ole quince.'<br>But Nicko, he grinnin' da sickly grin;<br>An' he t'ink hard ever-a since.</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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Since da war he come wit' a rush,
When Nicko, da boss at da fry-fish shop,
He sack-a Black Sam, da slush.
I tella you how Nick t'row Sam out
An' say for to notta come back;
An' I tella how Sam play turn abou..."></div>
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