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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357843" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Crusaders</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Peter the 'Ermit was a 'oly bloke,'<br>The parson sez, 'wot chivvied coves to war.'<br>'Too right,' I chips. 'I've 'eard that yarn before.'<br>'Brave knights sprung straight to arms where'er 'e spoke.'<br>'Sure thing,' sez I. 'It muster been no joke<br>Tinnin' yer frame in them dead days uv yore<br>Before yeh starts to tap a foeman's gore.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Peter the 'Ermit was a man inspired,'<br>The parson sez. We're moochin' up the Lane,<br>Snoopin' around for news we might obtain<br>Uv this Spike Wegg, the man 'oo I am 'ired<br>To snatch by 'ook or crook, jist as required<br>By circs, frum out the sev'ril sins wot stain<br>'Is wicked soul. I 'ope me meanin's plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Peter the 'Ermit,' sez the parson, 'saw<br>No 'arm in vi'lince when the cause was just.<br>While 'e deplored, no doubt, the fightin' lust,<br>'E preached-' ''Old on,' I sez. ''Ere comes the Law:<br>'Ere's Brannigan, the cop. Pos'pone the jaw<br>Till we confer. I got idears 'e must<br>Keep track uv Spike; if 'e toils fer 'is crust.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Spike Wegg?' growls Brannigan. 'I know that bloke;<br>An' 'e's the one sweet soul I long to see.<br>That shrinkin' vi'lit 'ates publicity<br>Jist now,' sez Brannigan. 'Spike Wegg's in smoke.<br>Oh, jist concerns a cove 'e tried to croak.<br> 'E's snug in some joint round about, maybe.<br>If you should meet, remember 'im to me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cop passed on. 'Peter the 'Ermit was<br>A ri'chus man,' the parson sez, 'wot knoo -'<br>''Old 'ard!' I begs. 'Jist for a hour or two<br>I wouldn't go an' nurse sich thorts, becoz<br>Too much soul-ferritin' might put the moz<br>On this 'ere expedition. I'll 'elp you<br>To search our conscience when the job is through.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I know yer doubts,' I sez, 'an' 'ow you 'ate<br>The thorts uv stoush, an' 'old 'ard blows in dread.<br>But Pete the 'Ermit's been a long time dead.<br>'E'll keep. But we are in the 'ands uv Fate,<br>An' 'oly spruikers uv a ancient date<br>Don't 'elp. I quite agrees with all you've said<br>But-' 'Say no more,' 'e answers. 'Lead ahead.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But, all the same,' 'e sez, 'I want no fight.'<br>'Right 'ere, be'ind this 'oardin',' I replies,<br>'A two-up school's in session. If we spies<br>About a bit, there is a chance we might<br>Git news -' Jist then the spotter comes to light.<br>I word 'im gentle, with some 'asty lies:<br>I'm seekin' Spike. See? Can 'e put me wise?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Spike Wegg?' (At first 'e only twigs meself)<br>''E's gone-' ('E spots the parson standin' by)<br>A cold, 'ard glimmer comes in 'is fish eye:<br>''Ere! Wot's the game?' 'e yelps. 'Are you a shelf?'<br>''Ave sense!' I larfs. 'I got a bit uv pelf,<br>An' thort I'd like to take a little fly -'<br>'Buzz orfl' 'e orders. So we done a guy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Blank number one,' I sez. The parson sighed.<br>'Joshuer fought, an' never seemed to shrink -'<br>'Now, look,' I tells 'im. 'Honest. Don't you think<br>Them Bible blokes 'oo've 'ad their day an' died<br>Is best fergot until we're 'ome an' dried?<br>Now, up the street 'ere, is a little sink<br>Uv sin that does a traffic in strong drink.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sly grog?' 'e arsts. But I sez, ''Ush! This place<br>Is kep' by Mother Weems, 'oo's sof', blue eye<br>An' snow-white 'air would make yeh 'shamed an' shy<br>To brand 'er name with any sich disgrace.<br>'Er kind, sweet smile, 'er innercint ole face.<br>Beams like a blessin'. Still, we'll 'ave a try<br>To word the dear ole dame, an' pump 'er dry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Is nibs stands in the shadders while I knock.<br>Mother unlocks the door, an' smiles, an' peers<br>Into me face. She wears 'er three score years<br>Reel sweet, in lacy cap an' neat black frock.<br>Then: 'Bill,' she cries. 'You've give me quite a shock!<br>Why, dearie, I ain't seen you for long years.<br>Come in.' 'Er kind ole eyes seem close to tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Dearie, come in,' she chirps. But I pretend<br>I'm on reel urgent biz; I got to 'aste<br>'Jist for ole times,' she pleads. 'One little taste.'<br>'I can't,' I sez. 'I'm lookin' for a friend,<br>Spike Wegg, for 'oo I've certin news no end<br>Important; an' I got no time to waste.'<br>'Wot? Spike?' she sez. 'I 'ear 'e's bein' chased.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">''E's bein' chased,' she sez, 'by D's, I've 'eard.'<br>'Too true,' I owns. ''E's got no time to lose.'<br>'Well, maybe, if you was to try Ah Foo's <br>The privit room -' Then, as 'is rev'rince stirred,<br>She seen 'is choker. ''Oo the 'ell's this bird?<br>Is this a frame?' she shrieks… Without adoos,<br>We slap the pavemint with four 'asty shoes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, as along the sloppy lane we race,<br>'Er 'or words tumble after in a flood:<br>'You pimps! You dirty swine! I'll 'ave yer blood!'<br>''Eavings!' the parson gasps. 'With that sweet face!'<br>''Er words,' I answer, 'do seem outer place.'<br>'Vile words, that I 'ave scarce 'arf understud.'<br>Sez Snowy, shoshin' in a pool uv mud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We reach Ah Foo's. 'Now, 'ere,' I sez, 'is where<br>You stop outside. Twice you 'ave put me queer<br>It's a lone 'and I mean to play in 'ere.<br>You 'ang around an' breathe the 'olesome air.'<br>'Young friend,' 'e sez, 'I go with you in there.<br>I've led you into this. Why should I fear<br>The danger? 'Tis me jooty to be near.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Snowy's a game un! I lob in the shop,<br>The parson paddin' after on the floor.<br>Ah Foo looks up. 'Not there!' 'e squeaks. 'Wha' for?'<br>But we sail past the Chow without a stop,<br>Straight for the little crib up near the top<br>That I knoo well in sinful days uv yore…<br>I turn the knob; an' sling aside the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beside a table, fearin' 'arm from none,<br>Spike an' another bloke is teet-ah-teet.<br>Quick on the knock, Spike Wegg jumps to 'is feet<br>An' jerks a 'and be'ind 'im for 'is gun.<br>I rush 'im, grab a chair up as I run,<br>An' swing it with a aim that ain't too neat.<br>Spike ducks aside; an', with a bump, we meet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' then we mix it. Strife an' merry 'ell<br>Breaks loose a treat, an' things git movin' fast.<br>An', as a Chinese jar goes crashin' past,<br>'Igh o'er the din I 'ears the parson's yell:<br>'Hit! Hit 'im 'ard young friend. Chastise 'im well!<br>'Hit 'im!' . . . The 'oly war is in full blast;<br>An' Pete the 'Ermit's come to light at last.</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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The parson sez, 'wot chivvied coves to war.'
'Too right,' I chips. 'I've 'eard that yarn before.'
'Brave knights sprung straight to arms where'er 'e spoke.'
'Sure thing,' sez I. 'It muster been no joke
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