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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jim</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, be the Hokey Fly!' sez Peter Begg.<br>'Suppose 'e comes 'ome with a wooden leg.<br>Suppose 'e isn't fit to darnce at all,<br>Then, ain't we 'asty fixin' up this ball?<br>A little tournament at Bridge is my<br>Idear,' sez Peter. 'Be the Hokey Fly!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ole Peter Begg is gettin' on in years.<br>'E owns a reel good farm; an' all 'e fears<br>Is that some girl will land 'im, by an' by,<br>An' shar it with 'im - be the Hokey Fly.<br>That's 'is pet swear-word, an' I dunno wot<br>'E's meanin', but 'e uses it a lot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Darncin'!' growls Begg. We're fixin' up the 'all<br>With bits uv green stuff for a little ball<br>To welcome Jim, 'oo's comin' 'ome nex' day.<br>We're 'angin' flags around to make things gay,<br>An' shiftin' chairs, an' candle-greasin' floors,<br>As is our way when blokes comes 'ome from wars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A little game uv Bridge,' sez Peter Begg.<br>'Would be more decent like, an' p'r'aps a keg<br>Uv somethin' if the 'ero's feelin' dry.<br>But this 'ere darncin'! Be the Hokey Fly,<br>These selfish women never thinks at all<br>About the guest; they only wants the ball.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, cards,' sez Begg, 'amuses ev'ry one.<br>An' then our soldier guest could 'ave 'is fun<br>If 'e'd lost both 'is legs. It makes me sick<br>'Ere! Don't spread that candle-grease too thick<br>Yeh're wastin' it; an' us men 'as to buy<br>Enough for nonsense, be the Hokey Fly!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Begg, 'e ain't never keen on wastin' much.<br>'Peter,' I sez, 'it's you that needs a crutch.<br>Why don't yeh get a wife, an' settle down?'<br>'E looks reel fierce, an' answers, with a frown,<br>'Do you think I am goin' to be rooked<br>For 'arf me tucker, jist to get it cooked?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lets it go at that, an' does me job;<br>An' when a little later on I lob<br>Along the 'omeward track, down by Flood's gate<br>I meet ole Digger Smith, an' stops to state<br>Me views about the weather an' the war…<br>'E tells me Jim gets 'ere nex' day, at four.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' as we talk, I sees along the road<br>A strange bloke 'umpin' some queer sort uv load.<br>I points 'im out to Smith an' sez, 'Oo's that?<br>Looks like a soldier, don't 'e, be 'is 'at?'<br>'Stranger,' sez Digger, 'be the cut uv 'im.'<br>But, trust a mother's eyes…'It's Jim! My Jim!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Jim!' I 'ears; an' scootin' up the track<br>Come Missus Flood, with Flo close at 'er back.<br>It was a race, for lover an' for son;<br>They finished neck an' neck; but mother won,<br>For it was 'er that got the first big 'ug.<br>(I'm so took back I stands there like a mug.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then come Flo's turn; an' Jim an' Digger they<br>Shake 'ands without no fancy, gran'-stand play.<br>Yeh'd think they parted yesterd'y them two.<br>For all the wild 'eroics that they do.<br>'Yeh done it, lad' sez Jim. 'I knoo yeh would.'<br>'You bet,' sez Smith; 'but I'm all to the good.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, uv a sudden, all their tongues is loosed.<br>They finds me there, an' I am intrajuiced;<br>An' Jim tells 'ow it was 'e came to land<br>So soon, while Mar an' Flo each 'olds a 'and.<br>But, jist as sudden, they all stop an' stare<br>Down to the 'ouse, at Dad Flood standin' there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'E's got 'is 'and up shadin' off the sun.<br>Then 'e starts up to them; but Dad don't run:<br>'E isn't 'owlin' for 'is lost boy's kiss;<br>'E's got 'is own sweet way in things like this.<br>'E wanders up, and' stands an' looks at Jim.<br>An', spare me days, that look was extra grim!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I seen the mother pluckin' at 'er dress;<br>I seen the girl's white face an' 'er distress.<br>An' Digger Smith, 'e looks reel queer to me:<br>Grinnin' inside 'imself 'e seemed to be.<br>At last Dad sez - oh, 'e's a tough ole gun! -<br>'Well, are yeh sorry now for what yeh done?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jim gives a start; but answers with a grin,<br>'Well, Dad, I 'ave been learnin' discipline.<br>An' tho' I ain't quite sure wot did occur<br>Way back' - 'e's grinnin' worse - 'I'm sorry, sir.'<br>(It beats me, that, about these soldier blokes:<br>They're always grinnin', like all things was jokes.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">P'r'aps Dad is gettin' dull in 'is ole age;<br>But 'e don't seem to see Jim's cammyflage.<br>P'r'aps 'e don't want to; for, in 'is ole eye,<br>I seen a twinkle as 'e give reply.<br>'Nex' week,' 'e sez, 'we will begin to cart<br>The taters. Yeh can make another start.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But then 'e grabs Jim's 'and. I seen the joy<br>In mother's eyes. 'Now, welcome 'ome, me boy,'<br>Sez Dad; an' then 'e adds, 'Yeh've made me proud;'<br>That's all. An' 'e don't add it none too loud.<br>Dad don't express 'is feelin's in a shout;<br>It cost 'im somethin' to git that much out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We 'ad the darnce. An', spite uv all Begg's fears,<br>Jim darnced like 'e could keep it up for years;<br>Mostly with Flo. We don't let up till three;<br>An' then ole Peter Begg, Doreen an' me<br>We walk together 'ome, an' on the way,<br>Doreen 'as quite a lot uv things to say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Did you see Flo?' sez she. 'Don't she look grand?<br>That Jim's the luckiest in all the land<br>An' little Smith - that girl uv is, I'm sure,<br>She'll bring 'im 'appiness that will endure.'<br>She 'ugs my arm, then sez ''Usband or wife,<br>If it's the right one, is the wealth uv life.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sneaks a look at Begg, an' answers, 'Yes,<br>Yeh're right, ole girl; that's the reel 'appiness.<br>An' if ole, lonely growlers was to know<br>The worth uv 'appy marridge 'ere below,<br>They'd swap their bank-books for a wife,' sez I.<br>Sez Peter Begg, 'Well! Be the - Hokey - Fly!'</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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'Suppose 'e comes 'ome with a wooden leg.
Suppose 'e isn't fit to darnce at all,
Then, ain't we 'asty fixin' up this ball?
A little tournament at Bridge is my
Idear,' sez Peter. 'Be the Hokey Fly!'

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