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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357898" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hacking Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, it's tryin', Mrs Gudgits. Very tryin', as you say.<br>To 'ave a 'usban' on yer 'an's not only night but day.<br>An' so I can't go out with you, much as I wisht I could;<br>For me Jack is in there, gaspin' an' 'e's feelin' none too good.<br>With 'is ''Ack! 'Ack! 'Ack!' Lor! I bangs 'im on the back<br>An' 'e curses me a treat for my stoopidity.<br>''It a man,' 'e sez, 'wot's sick!' Oh 'is temper's awful quick,<br>An' it ain't so much the 'eat as this youmidity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, I tries to in-ter-est 'im in the topics of the day,<br>An' I reads 'im from the noos wot Musserlini 'as to say<br>But 'e sez, 'If Musserlini 'ad me bronkil choobs an' chest,<br>'E'd 'ave somethink else to think about, an' give 'is was a rest.'<br>Then it's, ''Ack! 'Ack! 'Ack!' till 'is face is nearly black,<br>But 'e manidges to say, with much acidity,<br>'Blowin' peaceful blokes to death - 'Then 'e stops fer want a' breath.<br>An' it ain't so much the 'eat as this youmidity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I reads the weather forecask - all about the low an' 'igh,<br>An 'ow they sez most like the change is passin' Melbun by<br>But 'e ups an' calls 'em liars, an' 'e starts to rave an' curse.<br>Sez I read that bit a-purpis for to try an' make 'im worse.<br>Then it's ''Ack! 'Ack! 'Ack!' But, if I creeeps to the back,<br>'E recovers with remarkable rapidity.<br>An' 'e yells, ''Ere! where ya goin'? Don't you leave a man alone!'<br>An' it ain't so much the 'eat as this youmidity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes; a woman must 'ave patience, Mrs Gudgits, as you say.<br>An' I knows without your 'intin', mum, that it's my turn to pay.<br>So you needn't cast nasturtiums; very gladly would I shout,<br>But, with a 'usban' like 'e is - well, 'ow can I git out?<br>Listen: ''Ack! 'Ack! 'Ack!' Yeh needn't yell. I'm comin', Jack!<br>There, Mrs Gudgits. That's the chief awkwidity:<br>Day an' night I must stop in; an' I do so miss me gin <br>Not so much because of 'eat as this youmidity.</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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To 'ave a 'usban' on yer 'an's not only night but day.
An' so I can't go out with you, much as I wisht I could;
For me Jack is in there, gaspin' an' 'e's feelin' none too good.
With 'is ''Ack..."></div>
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