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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508453" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mc'Clusky's Nell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free,<br>An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree,<br>An roarin' rageful warning when the boys got overwild,<br>When peekin' through the double door he spied a tiny child.<br>Then Mike Maloney muttered: "Hell! Now ain't that jest too bad;<br>It's Dud McClusky's orphen Nell a-lookin' for her dad.<br>An' him in back, a-lushin' wine wi' Violet de Vere-<br>Three times I've told the lousy swine to keep away from here."<br>"Pore leetle sing! He leaves her lone, so he go on ze spree:<br>I feex her yet, zat Violet," said Montreal Maree. <br>Now I'm accommodatin' when it comes to scented sin<br>But when I saw that innocent step in our drunken din,<br>I felt that I would like to crawl an' hide my head in shame.<br>An' judgin' by their features all them sourdoughs felt the same.<br>For there they stood like chunks o' wood, forgettin' how to swear,<br>An' every glass o' likker was suspended in the air.<br>For with her hair of sunny silk, and big, blue pansy eyes<br>She looked jest like an angel child stepped outa paradise.<br>So then Big Mike, paternal like, took her upon his knee.<br>"Ze pauv' petite! She ees so sweet," said Montreal Maree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The kid was mighty scared, we saw, an' peaked an' pale an' sad;<br>She nestled up to One-eyed Mike jest like he was her dad.<br>Then he got strokin' of her hair an' she began to sob,<br>An' there was anger in the air of all that plastered mob,<br>When in a hush so stark an' strained it seemed to stab the ear,<br>We heard the lush, plunk-parlour laugh o' Violet de Vere.<br>Then Montreal Maree arose an' vanished from our sight,<br>An' soon we heard the sound o' blows suggestin' female fight.<br>An' when she joined the gang again dishevelly was she:<br>"Jeezecrize! I fix zat Violet," said Montreal Maree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Barman Bill cam forward with what seemed a glass o' milk:<br>"It's jest an egg-nog Missy, but it's slick an' smooth as silk."<br>An' as the kiddy slowly sipped wi' gaze o' glad surprise,<br>Them fifty sozzled sourdoughs uttered fifty happy sighs.<br>Then Ragtime Joe swung on his stool an' soft began to play<br>A liltin' tune that made ye think o' daffydills in May;<br>An' Gumboot Jones in solemn tones said: "You should hear her sing;<br>They've got the cabin next to mine, an like a bird in Spring,<br>She fills that tumble-down old shack wi' simple melodee."<br>"Maybe she sing a song for us," said Montreal Maree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I don't hold wi' mushy stuff, tear-jerkin' ain't my line,<br>Yet somehow that kid's singin' sent the shivers down my spine;<br>An' all them salted sourdoughs sighed, an' every eye was dim<br>For what she sang upon the bar was just a simple hymn;<br>Somethin' about "Abide with me, fast falls the eventide,"<br>My Mother used to sing it - say, I listened bleary-eyed.<br>That childish treble was so sweet, so clear, so tender true,<br>It seemed to grip you by the heart an' did queer things to you.<br>It made me think o' childhood days from sin an' sorrow free:<br>"Zat child, she make me want to cry," said Montreal Maree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up spoke One-eyed Mike: "What can't with us let her abide;<br>For her dear Mother's sake we gotta send that kid outside.<br>Ye know this camp's a den o' sin, ye know that Dud's no dice -<br>Let's stake her to a convent school, an' have her brought up nice."<br>An' so them bearded sourdoughs crowded round an' on an' all,<br>Dug down an' flung upon the bar their nuggets great and small.<br>"I guess we got a thousand bucks," exulted One-eyed Mike;<br>"You bastards are a credit to the camp of Lucky Strike."<br>"You see zis leetle silver cross my mozzaire give to me -<br>Look, boys, I hang it on zee gosse," said Montreal Maree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time marches on; that little Nell is now a famous star,<br>An' yet she got her singin' start on Mike Maloney's bar.<br>Aye it was back in ninety-eight she made her first dayboo,<br>An' of that audience to-day are left but only two.<br>For all them bibulous sourdoughs have bravely passed away.<br>An' Lucky Strike is jest another ghost town to-day.<br>But Nell now sings in opera, we saw her in Boheem;<br>'Twas at a high-toned matinay, an' say! she was a dream.<br>So also thought the white-haired dame a-sittin' down by me -<br>My lovin' spouse that once was known as Montreal Maree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508453" data-title="Mc'Clusky's Nell de Robert William Service" data-description="In Mike Maloney's Nugget bar the hooch was flowin' free, An' One-eyed Mike was shakin' dice wi' Montreal Maree, An roarin' rageful warning when the boys got overwild, When peekin' through the double door he spied a tiny child. 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