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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357716" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Town Types No. 13 - Larrikin Luke</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Luke Gale, the larrikin lad, dwelt in Larrikin Lane,<br>A low street, a by-street, right at the edge of the town;<br>King of the boys and hobbledehoys - a vulgar youth, and vain,<br>Winning from all respectable folk a very respectable frown.<br>But, oh, to see him on Saturday nights, dolled in his nobbiest duds,<br> Doing the weekly Saturday rounds; impudent, out for larks<br>Eyeing the girls at the Saturday shops<br>Coming for candy and acidy drops,<br>While Luke and his henchmen leaned on posts, passing inane remarks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Larrikin Luke knew how to dress; short, black-braided coat,<br>Big, black, felt hat, low and broad of brim;<br>Shirt, white and collarless quite, narrow tie at the throat<br>Neatly drawn thro' a quandong ring; vest low-cut and trim.<br>But, pride of his wardrobe, badge of his clan, flapping about his feet,<br>Black pants - wonderful pants, by a snake-skin belt girt low,<br>Belled at the bottoms and tight on the thighs;<br>A curly fringe combed down to his eyes;<br>Thimble heels to his shiny shoes, laced right down to the toe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When General Booth sent soldiers hence banging the 'Salvo' drum,<br>Larrikin Luke and his rowdy push hatched more larrikin plots;<br>And the 'Starvation Army' marched, to the joy of the township's scum,<br>Down the streets as they wildly beat on old tins and pots.<br>And the grave town elders shook their heads hearing the ribald songs<br>As the badgered brothers of 'Blood and Fire' meekly knelt to pray;<br>'Larrikin Luke is doomed,' they said;<br>'Nothing but gaol for him ahead.'<br>Now Luke and his lads have long passed on, but Booth's men came to stay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Larrikin Luke, when I saw him last, was a sober man and grey,<br>Boss of a thriving business now, moved to a different town;<br>Married and made and settled down; marking the young folk's way,<br>As any respectable citizen would, with a very respectable frown.<br>A serious man, Luke Gale, esquire, with a grown-up family now,<br>A family man, and a solid man, as every townsman grants,<br>Chiding the wayward young, forsooth!<br>But I see him still in his own wild youth,<br>With his thimble heels, and his broad-brimmed hat, and those queer bell-bottomed pants.</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 low street, a by-street, right at the edge of the town;
King of the boys and hobbledehoys - a vulgar youth, and vain,
Winning from all respectable folk a very respectable frown.
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