C. J. Dennis

Sittin' at ev'nin' in this sunset-land, Wiv 'Er in all the World to 'old me 'and, A son, to bear me name when I am gone. ... Livin' an' lovin'—so life mooches on.

Livin' an' lovin'; learnin' to fergive The deeds an' words of some un'appy bloke Who's missed the bus—so 'ave I come to live, An' take the 'ole mad world as 'arf a joke.

"Look fer yer profits in the 'earts o' friends, Fer 'atin' never paid no dividends."

Livin' an' lovin'; learnin' day be day; Pausin' a minute in the barmy strife To find that 'elpin' others on the way Is gold coined fer your profit—sich is life.

Yeh live, yeh love, yeh learn; an' when yeh come To square the ledger in some thortful hour, The everlastin' answer to the sum Must allus be, "Where's sense in gittin' sour?"

"A boy!" she sez. "An' bofe is doin' well!" I drops into a chair, an' jist sez—"'Ell!" It was a pray'r. I feels bofe crook an' glad. ... An' that's the strength of bein' made a dad.

We done poor Muvver proud when she went out— A slap-up send-orf, trimmed wiv tears an' crape.

Farmer! That's me! Wiv this 'ere strong right 'and I've gripped the plough; and blistered jist a treat. Doreen an' me 'as gone upon the land. Yours truly fer the burden an' the 'eat!

Love is a gamble, an' there ain't no certs.

Willy! O 'ell! 'Ere wus a flamin' pill! A moniker that alwus makes me ill. "If it's the same to you, mum," I replies "I answer quicker to the name of Bill."

"Wot's in a name?" she sez. 'Struth, I dunno. Billo is just as good as Romeo.

Women is strange. You take my tip; I’m wise. I know enough to know I'll never know The ’uman female mind ...

It’s bad enough to be a bloke without one reel close friend; But when your dog gives you the bird it’s pretty near the end.

Get a —— move on, Have some —— sense. Learn the —— art of Self de- —— -fence!