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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357621" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Spadger's Lane</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ole Mother Moon 'oo yanks 'er beamin' dile<br>Acrost the sky when we've grown sick o' day,<br>She's like some fat ole Jane 'oo loves to smile<br>On all concerned, an' smooth our faults away;<br>An', like a woman, tries to 'ide again<br>The sores an' scars crool day 'as made too plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To all the earth she gives the soft glad-eye;<br>She picks no fav'rits in this world o' men;<br>She peeps in nooks, where 'appy lovers sigh,<br>To make their job more bonzer still; an' then,<br>O'er Spadger's Lane she waves a podgy 'and,<br>An' turns the scowlin' slums to Fairyland.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Aw, strike! I'm gettin' soft in my ole age!<br>I'm growin' mushy wiv the passin' years.<br>Me! that 'as called it weakness to ingage<br>In sloppy thorts that coax the pearly tears.<br>But say, me state o' mind I can't ixplain<br>When I seen Rose lars' night in Spadger's Lane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas Spadger's Lane where Ginger Mick 'ung out<br>Before 'e took to follerin' the Flag;<br>The Lane that echoed to 'is drunken shout<br>When 'e lobbed 'omeward on a gaudy jag.<br>Now Spadger's Lane knows Ginger Mick no more,<br>Fer 'e's become an 'ero at the War.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A flamin' 'ero at the War, that's Mick.<br>An' Rose - 'is Rose, is waitin' in the Lane,<br>Nursin' 'er achin' 'eart, an' lookin' sick<br>As she crawls out to work an' 'ome again,<br>Givin' the bird to blokes 'oo'd be 'er 'friend,'<br>An' prayin', wiv the rest, fer wars to end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quite right; I'm growin' sloppy fer a cert;<br>But I must git it orf me chest or bust.<br>So 'ere's a song about a grievin' skirt,<br>An' love, an' Ginger Mick, an' maiden trust!<br>The choky sort o' song that fetches tears<br>When blokes is full o' sentiment-or beers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lars' night, when I sneaks down to taste again<br>The sights an' sounds I used to know so well,<br>The moon wus shinin' over Spadger's Lane,<br>Sof'nin' the sorrer where 'er kind light fell:<br>Sof'nin' an' soothin', like it wus 'er plan<br>To make ixcuses fer the sins uv man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Frum shadder inter shadder, up the street,<br>A prowlin' moll sneaks by, wiv eyes all 'ate,<br>Dodgin' some unseen John, 'oo's sure, slow feet<br>Comes tappin' after, certin as 'er fate;<br>In some back crib, a shicker's loud 'owled verse<br>Stops sudden, wiv a crash, an' then a curse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Low down, a splotch o' red, where 'angs a blind<br>Before the winder uv a Chow caboose,<br>Shines in the dead black wall, an' frum be'ind,<br>Like all the cats o' Chinertown broke loose,<br>A mad Chow fiddle wails a two-note toon…<br>An' then I seen 'er, underneath the moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rosie the Rip they calls 'er int he Lane;<br>Fer she wus alwus willin' wiv 'er 'an's,<br>An' uses 'em to make 'er meanin' plain<br>In ways theat Spadger's beauties understan's.<br>But when ole Ginger played to snare 'er 'eart,<br>Rosie the Rip wus jist the soft, weak tart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Igh in 'er winder she wus leanin' out,<br>Swappin' remarks wiv fat ole Mother Moon.<br>The things around I clean Fergot about <br>Fergot the fiddle an' its crook Chow toon;<br>I only seen one woman in the light<br>Achin' to learn 'er forchin frum the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ole Ginger's Rose! To see 'er sittin' there,<br>The moonlight shinin' fair into 'er face,<br>An' sort o' touchin' gentle on 'er 'air,<br>It made me fair fergit the time an' place.<br>I feels I'm peepin' where I never ought,<br>An' tries 'arf not to 'ear the words I caught.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One soljer's sweetheart, that wus wot I seen:<br>One out o' thousands grievin' thro' the land.<br>A tart frum Spadger's or a weepin' queen <br>Wot's there between 'em, when yeh understand<br>She 'olds fer Mick, wiv all 'is ugly chiv,<br>The best a lovin' woman 'as to give.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The best a woman 'as to give - Aw, 'Struth!<br>When war, an' grief, an' trouble's on the land<br>Sometimes a bloke gits glimpses uv the truth<br>An' sweats 'is soul to try an' understand . . .<br>An' then the World, like some offishus John,<br>Shoves out a beefy 'and, an' moves 'im on.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I seen Rose; an' so, on that same night<br>I seen a million women grievin' there.<br>Ole Mother Moon she showed to me a sight<br>She sees around the World, most everyw'ere <br>Sneakin' beneath the shadder uv the wall<br>I seen, an' learned, an' understood it all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' as I looks at Rosie, dreamin' there,<br>'Er 'ead drops on 'er arms . . . I seems to wake;<br>I sees the moonlight streamin' on 'er 'air;<br>I 'ears 'er sobbin' like 'er 'eart ud break.<br>An' me there, pryin' on 'er misery.<br>'Gawstruth!' I sez, 'This ain't no place fer me!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On my tip-toes I sneaks the way I came <br>(The crook Chow fiddle ain't done yowlin' yet) <br>An' tho' I tells it to me bitter shame <br>I'm gittin' soft as 'ell - me eyes wus wet.<br>An' that stern John, as I go moochin' by<br>Serloots me wiv a cold, unfeelin' eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fat ole Mother Moon she's got a 'eart.<br>An' so I like to think, when she looks down<br>Wiv 'er soft gaze upon some weepin tart<br>In bonzer gardens or the slums o' town;<br>She soothes 'em, mother-like, wiv podgy 'ands,<br>An' makes 'em dream agen uv peaceful lands.</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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Acrost the sky when we've grown sick o' day,
She's like some fat ole Jane 'oo loves to smile
On all concerned, an' smooth our faults away;
An', like a woman, tries to 'ide again
The sores an' scars crool ..."></div>
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