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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358033" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Uncle Jim</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I got no time fer wasters, lad,' sez 'e,<br>'Give me a man wiv grit,' sez Uncle Jim.<br>'E bores 'is cute ole eyes right into me,<br> While I stares 'ard an' gives it back to 'im.<br>Then orl at once 'e grips me 'and in 'is:<br>'Some'ow,' 'e sez, 'I likes yer ugly phiz.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You got a look,' 'e sez, 'like you could stay;<br> Altho' yeh mauls King's English when yeh yaps,<br>An' 'angs flash frills on ev'rythink yeh say.<br> I ain't no grammarist meself, per'aps,<br>But langwidge is a 'elp, I owns,' sez Unk,<br>'When things is goin' crook.' An' 'ere 'e wunk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yeh'll find it tough,' 'e sez, 'to knuckle down.<br>Good farmin' is a gift—like spoutin' slang.<br>Yeh'll 'ave to cut the luxuries o' town,<br>An' chuck the manners of this back-street gang;<br>Fer country life ain't cigarettes and beer.'<br>'I'm game,' I sez. Sez Uncle, 'Put it 'ere!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like that I took the plunge, an' slung the game.<br>I've parted wiv them joys I 'eld most dear;<br>I've sent the leery bloke that bore me name<br>Clean to the pack wivout one pearly tear;<br>An' frum the ashes of a ne'er-do-well<br>A bloomin' farmer's blossomin' like 'ell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Farmer! That's me! Wiv this 'ere strong right 'and<br>I've gripped the plough; and blistered jist a treat.<br>Doreen an' me 'as gone upon the land.<br>Yours truly fer the burden an' the 'eat!<br>Yours truly fer upendin' chunks o' soil!<br>The 'ealthy, 'ardy, 'appy son o' toil!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I owns I've 'ankered fer me former joys;<br>I've 'ad me hours o' broodin' on me woes;<br>I've missed the comp'ny, an' I've missed the noise,<br>The football matches an' the picter shows.<br>I've missed—but, say, it makes me feel fair mean<br>To whip the cat; an' then see my Doreen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To see the colour comin' in 'er cheeks,<br>To see 'er eyes grow brighter day be day,<br>The new, glad way she looks an' laughs an' speaks<br>Is worf ten times the things I've chucked away.<br>An' there's a secret, whispered in the dark,<br>'As made me 'eart sing like a flamin' lark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jist let me tell yeh 'ow it come about.<br>The things that I've been thro' 'ud fill a book.<br>Right frum me birf Fate played to knock me out;<br>The 'and that I 'ad dealt to me was crook!<br>Then comes Doreen, an' patches up me parst;<br>Now Forchin's come to bunk wiv me at larst.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">First orf, one night poor Mar gits suddin fits,<br>An' floats wivout the time to wave 'good-byes.'<br>Doreen is orl broke up the day she flits;<br>It tears me 'eart in two the way she cries.<br>To see 'er grief, it almost made me glad<br>I never knowed the mar I must 'ave 'ad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We done poor Muvver proud when she went out<br>A slap-up send-orf, trimmed wiv tears an' crape.<br>An' then fer weeks Doreen she mopes about,<br>An' life takes on a gloomy sorter shape.<br>I watch 'er face git pale, 'er eyes grow dim;<br>Till—like some 'airy angel—comes ole Jim.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A cherub togged in sunburn an' a beard<br>An' duds that shouted ''Ayseed!' fer a mile:<br>Care took the count the minute 'e appeared,<br>An' sorrer shrivelled up before 'is smile,<br>'E got the 'ammer-lock on my good-will<br>The minute that 'e sez, 'So, this is Bill.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's got me beat. Doreen's late Par, some way,<br>Was second cousin to 'is bruvver's wife.<br>Somethin' like that. In less than 'arf a day<br> It seemed 'e'd been my uncle orl me life.<br>'E takes me 'and: 'I dunno 'ow it is,'<br>'E sez, 'but, lad, I likes that ugly phiz.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' when 'e'd stayed wiv us a little while<br>The 'ouse begun to look like 'ome once more.<br>Doreen she brightens up beneath 'is smile,<br>An' 'ugs 'im till I kids I'm gettin' sore.<br>Then, late one night, 'e opens up 'is scheme,<br>An' passes me wot looks like some fond dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'E 'as a little fruit-farm, doin' well;<br>'E saved a tidy bit to see 'im thro';<br>'E's gittin' old fer toil, an' wants a spell;<br>An' 'ere's a 'ome jist waitin' fer us two.<br>'It's 'ers an' yours fer keeps when I am gone,'<br>Sez Uncle Jim. 'Lad, will yeh take it on?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So that's the strength of it. An' 'ere's me now<br>A flamin' berry farmer, full o' toil;<br>Playin' joo-jitsoo wiv an' 'orse an' plough,<br>An' coaxin' fancy tucker frum the soil,<br>An' longin', while I wrestles with the rake,<br>Fer days when me poor back fergits to ache.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Me days an' nights is full of schemes an' plans<br>To figger profits an' cut out the loss;<br>An' when the pickin's on, I 'ave me 'an's<br>To take me orders while I act the boss;<br>It's sorter sweet to 'ave the right to rouse….<br>An' my Doreen's the lady of the 'ouse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To see 'er bustlin' 'round about the place,<br>Full of the simple joy o' doin' things,<br>That thoughtful, 'appy look upon 'er face,<br>That 'ope an' peace an' pride o' labour brings,<br>Is worth the crowd of joys I knoo one time,<br>An' makes regrettin' 'em seem like a crime.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' ev'ry little while ole Uncle Jim<br>Comes up to stay a bit an' pass a tip.<br>It gives us 'eart jist fer to look at 'im,<br>An' feel the friendship in 'is warm 'and-grip.<br>'Im, wiv the sunburn on 'is kind ole dile;<br>'Im, wiv the sunbeams in 'is sweet ole smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I got no time fer wasters, lad,' sez 'e,<br>'But that there ugly mug o' yourn I trust.'<br>An' so I reckon that it's up to me<br>To make a bloomin' do of it or bust.<br>I got to take the back-ache wiv the rest,<br>An' plug along, an' do me little best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Luck ain't no steady visitor, I know;<br>But now an' then it calls—fer look at me!<br>You wouldn't take me, 'bout a year ago,<br>Free gratis wiv a shillin' pound o' tea;<br>Then, in a blessed leap, ole Forchin lands<br>A missus an' a farm fair in me 'ands.</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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'Give me a man wiv grit,' sez Uncle Jim.
'E bores 'is cute ole eyes right into me,
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Then orl at once 'e grips me 'and in 'is:
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