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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357996" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Siren</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sung a song; an' I sat silent there,<br>Wiv bofe 'ands grippin' 'ard on me chair;<br>Me 'eart, that yesterdee I thort wus broke<br>Wiv 'umpin sich a 'eavy load o' care,<br>Come swelling in me throat like I would choke.<br>I felt 'ot blushes climbin' to me 'air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas like that feelin' when the Spring wind breaves<br>Sad music in the sof'ly rustlin' leaves.<br>An' when a bloke sits down an' starts to chew<br>Crook thorts, wivout quite knowin' why 'e grieves<br>Fer things 'e's done 'e didn't ort to do<br>Fair winded wiv the 'eavy sighs 'e 'eaves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sung a song; an' orl at once I seen<br>The kind o' crool an' 'eartless broot I been.<br>In ev'ry word I read it like a book<br>The slanter game I'd played wiv my Doreen<br>I 'eard it in 'er song; an' in 'er look<br>I seen wot made me feel fair rotten mean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor, 'urt Doreen! My tender bit o' fluff!<br>Ar, men don't understand; they're fur too rough;<br>Their ways is fur too coarse wiv lovin' tarts;<br>They never gives 'em symperthy enough.<br>They treats 'em 'arsh; they tramples on their 'earts,<br>Becos their own crool 'earts is leather-tough.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sung a song; an' orl them bitter things<br>That chewin' over lovers' quarrils brings<br>Guv place to thorts of sorrer an' remorse.<br>Like when some dilly punter goes an' slings<br>'Is larst, lone deener on some stiffened 'orse,<br>An' learns them vain regrets wot 'urts an' stings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas at a beano where I lobs along<br>To drown them memories o' fancied wrong.<br>I swears I never knoo that she'd be there.<br>But when I met 'er eye—O, 'struth, 'twas strong!<br>'Twas bitter strong, that jolt o' dull despair!<br>'Er look o' scorn!…An' then, she sung a song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The choon was one o' them sad, mournful things<br>That ketch yeh in the bellers 'ere, and brings<br>Tears to yer eyes. The words was uv a tart<br>'Oo's trackin' wiv a silly coot 'oo slings<br>'Er love aside, an' breaks 'er tender 'eart….<br>But 'twasn't that; it was the way she sings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To 'ear 'er voice!…A bloke 'ud be a log<br>'Oo kep' 'is block. Me mind wus in a fog<br>Of sorrer for to think 'ow I wus wrong;<br>Ar, I 'ave been a fair ungrateful 'og!<br>The feelin' that she put into that song<br>'Ud melt the 'eart-strings of a chiner dog.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I listens wiv me 'eart up in me throat;<br>I drunk in ev'ry word an' ev'ry note.<br>Tears trembles in 'er voice when she tells 'ow<br>That tart snuffed out becos 'e never wrote.<br>An' then I seen 'ow I wus like that cow.<br>Wiv suddin shame me guilty soul wus smote.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Doreen she never looked my way; but stood<br>'Arf turned away, an' beefed it out reel good,<br>Until she sang that bit about the grave;<br>'Too late 'e learned 'e 'ad misunderstood!'<br>An' then—Gorstrooth! The pleadin' look she gave<br>Fair in me face 'ud melt a'eart o' wood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dunno 'ow I seen that evenin' thro'.<br>They muster thort I was 'arf shick, I knoo.<br>But I 'ad 'urt Doreen wivout no call;<br>I seen me dooty, wot I 'ad to do.<br>O, strike! I could 'a' blubbed before 'em all!<br>But I sat tight, an' never cracked a boo.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' when at larst the tarts they makes a rise,<br>A lop-eared coot wiv 'air down to 'is eyes<br>'E 'ooks on to Doreen, an' starts to roam<br>Fer 'ome an' muvver. I lines up an' cries,<br>''An's orf! I'm seein' this 'ere cliner 'ome!'<br>An' there we left 'im, gapin' wiv surprise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She never spoke; she never said no word;<br>But walked beside me like she never 'eard.<br>I swallers 'ard, an' starts to coax an' plead,<br>I sez I'm dead ashamed o' wot's occurred.<br>She don't reply; she never takes no 'eed;<br>Jist stares before 'er like a startled bird.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tells 'er, never can no uvver tart<br>Be 'arf wot she is, if we 'ave to part.<br>I tells 'er that me life will be a wreck.<br>It ain't no go. But when I makes a start<br>To walk away, 'er arms is roun' me neck.<br>'Ah, Kid!' she sobs. 'Yeh nearly broke me 'eart!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dunno wot I done or wot I said.<br>But 'struth! I'll not forgit it till I'm dead<br>That night when 'ope back in me brisket lobs:<br>'Ow my Doreen she lays 'er little 'ead<br>Down on me shoulder 'ere, an' sobs an' sobs;<br>An' orl the lights goes sorter blurred an' red.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say, square an' all—It don't seem right, some'ow,<br>To say such things; but wot I'm feelin' now<br>'As come at times, I s'pose, to uvver men<br>When you 'ave 'ad a reel ole ding-dong row,<br>Say, ain't it bonzer makin' up agen?<br>Straight wire, it's almost worth…Ar, I'm a cow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To think I'd ever seek to 'arm a 'air<br>Of 'er dear 'ead agen! My oath, I swear<br>No more I'll roust on 'er in angry 'eat!<br>But still, she never seemed to me so fair;<br>She never wus so tender or so sweet<br>As when she smooged beneath the lamplight there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's never been so lovin' wiv 'er gaze;<br>So gentle wiv 'er pretty wimmin's ways.<br>I tells 'er she's me queen, me angel, too.<br>'Ah, no, I ain't no angel, Kid,' she says.<br>'I'm jist a woman, an' I loves yeh true!<br>An' so I'll love yeh all me mortal days!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She sung a song….'Ere, in me barmy style,<br>I sets orl tarts; for in me hour o' trile<br>Me soul was withered be a woman's frown,<br>An' broodin' care come roostin' on me dile.<br>She sung a song….Me 'eart, wiv woe carst down,<br>Wus raised to 'Eaven be a woman's smile.</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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Wiv bofe 'ands grippin' 'ard on me chair;
Me 'eart, that yesterdee I thort wus broke
Wiv 'umpin sich a 'eavy load o' care,
Come swelling in me throat like I would choke.
I felt 'ot blushes climbin' to me 'a..."></div>
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