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''Ere 'Ave a 'eart ' 'e sez 'Why love a duck	A
A 'uman bein' ain't a choppin' block	B
There ain't no call fer you to go an' chuck	A
A man about when 'e 'as took the knock	B
Gaw Do yeh want to bust 'im all apart	C
'Ere 'Ave a 'eart	C
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'Aw 'ave a 'eart ' 'e weeps 'A fight's a fight	C
But strike me bandy this is bloody war	D
It's murder An' you got no blasted right	C
To arst a 'uman man to come fer more	D
'E 'ad no chance with you right frum the start	C
Aw 'ave a 'eart	C
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'Yeh've pulped 'is dile ' 'e whines 'yeh've pinched 'is gun	E
Yeh've bunged 'is eye 'an bashed in 'arf 'is teeth	F
'Struth Ain't yeh satisfied with wot yeh've done	E
Or are you out to fit 'im fer a wreath	F
The man's 'arf dead a'ready Wot's yer dart	C
Say 'ave a 'eart '	-
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I never did 'ear sich a bloke to squeal	G
About a trifle This 'ere pal uv Spike's	H
Don't seem to 'ave the stummick fer a deal	G
Uv solid stoush rough work don't soot 'is likes	H
'E ain't done much but blather frum the start	C
''Ere 'ave a 'eart '	-
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A rat face coot 'e is with rat like nerves	H
That's got all jangled with ixceedin' fright	C
While I am 'andin' Spike wot 'e deserves	H
But twice 'e tried to trip me in the fight	C
The little skunk now sobbin' like a tart	C
'Aw 'ave a 'eart '	-
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This 'ere's the pretty pitcher in Ah Foo's	H
Back privit room Spite Wegg well on the floor	D
Is bleedin' pretty with a bonzer bruise	H
Paintin' one eye an' 'arf 'is clobber tore	D
While me the conq'rin' 'ero stan's above	I
'Owlin' me love	I
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The rat face mutt is dancin' up an' down	J
Ah Foo is singin' jazz in raw Chinee	J
The parson's starin' at me with a frown	J
As if 'e thort sich things could never be	K
An' I'm some bloke 'e's but 'arf rekernised	C
'E's 'ipnertised	C
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Foo's furniture is scattered any'ow	J
Artisic like in bits about the floor	D
An' 'arf a dozen blokes drawn by the row	J
Nosey but nervis 'overs near the door	D
I ain't no pitcher orf no chocklit box	H
I've took some knocks	H
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I ain't no pitcher But Glory But	C
Ther's dicky birds awarblin' in me soul	L
To think that I ain't lost that upper cut	C
An' my left 'ook's still with me good an' whole	L
I feared me punch was dead but I was wrong	M
Me 'eart's all song	M
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Then as Spike makes a move I raised me mits	H
Fearin' a foul an' Rat face does 'is block	B
'E loosens up a string uv epi tits	H
That seem to jolt the parson with a shock	B
Filthy an' free they was make no mistakes	H
Then Snowy wakes	H
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All through the fight 'e 'ad seemed kind uv dazed	C
Ubsorbin' it like some saint in a dream	N
But now 'e straightened up 'is ole eyes blazed	C
An' as the filth flowed in a red 'ot stream	N
'Is voice blew in like cool winds frum the south	O
'Shut that foul mouth '	-
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'Shut your vile mouth or by the Lord ''Is 'and	C
Went up an' there was anger on 'is face	H
But Rat face ducked 'E weren't the man to stand	C
Agin that figger uv avengin' grace	H
Ducked or 'e might uv stopped one 'oly smite	C
Frum Snowy's right	C
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'Young friend ' 'E turns to me An' then I 'ear	D
A yell 'The cops The cops is in the Lane	J
'Parson ' I sez 'we are de tropp I fear	D
Mid 'appier scenes I'll vencher to ixplain	J
'Ang to me 'and an' wave no fond farewell	P
But run like 'ell '	-
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Some say wrong livin' reaps no good reward	C
Well I dunno If I 'ad not cut loose	H
In Spadgers in them days long long deplored	C
'Ow could I knowed the run uv Foo's caboose	H
That back way entrance used fer Chiner's friends'	H
Un'oly ends	H
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Out by a green door down a flight uv stairs	H
Along a passige up another flight	C
Through 'arf a dozen rooms broadcastin' scares	H
To twenty yellow men pea green with fright	C
Me an' the parson through that 'eathen land	C
Trips 'and in 'and	C
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Out uv dark corners voices 'ere an' there	D
Break sudden with a jabberin' sing song	M
Like magpies flutin' on the mornin' air	D
We pays no 'eed to them but plug along	M
Twistin' an' turnin' through them secret ways	H
Like in a maze	H
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I bust a bolted door The parson gasps	H
The air inside is 'eavy with the drug	Q
A fat Chow goggles at the broken hasps	H
Another dreams un'eedin' on a rug	Q
Out by the other door past piles uv fruit	C
'Ow we did scoot	C
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Red lanterns lacquer work brass pots strange smells	H
Silk curtains slippers baskets ginger jars	H
A squealin' Chinee fiddle tinklin' bells	H
Queer works uv art filth fowls ducks iron bars	H
To winders All pass by us in a stream	N
Like 'twuz a dream	N
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Down to a cellar up agen an' out	C
Bananers brandy jars we rush pell mell	P
Turnin' to left to right then round about	C
The parson after said it seemed like 'ell	P
Through one last orful pong then up a stair	D
Into clean air	D
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We're in a little yard no thing to stop	R
Our flight to freedom but a fence 'Now jump '	-
I grabs 'is rev'rince 'eaves 'im to the top	R
An' bungs me own frame over with a bump	S
'Dam ' sez the parson or it sounded so	H
But I dunno	H
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Seems that 'is coat got 'itched up on a nail	P
'E jerks it free an' gently comes to earth	T
'Peter the 'ermit's 'ome ' I sez 'All 'ail '	-
An' makes punk noises indicatin' mirth	T
The parson 'e walks on as still as death	U
Seems out o' breath	U
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I walk beside 'im but 'e sez no word	C
To put it straight I'm feelin' pretty mean	J
Feelin' a bit ashamed uv wot's occurred	C
But still I never planned to 'ave no scene	J
With Spike I didn't start the flamin' row	H
Not any'ow	H
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I tells 'im so But still 'e never spoke	V
I arsts 'im 'ow else could the thing be done	J
I tells 'im straight I'd let no flamin' bloke	V
Take pot shots at me with no flamin' gun	J
'E stops an' pats me shoulder with 'is 'and	C
'I understand	C
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'Young friend ' 'Is face is orful stern an' grave	W
'The brawl was not your seekin' we'll suppose	H
But does it 'elp this girL we wish to save	W
'Ow can sich mad brutality serve Rose	H
May be in anger you fergot young friend	C
Our Christian end '	-
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'Not on yer life ' I tells 'im 'Spike's in soak	V
Whether the cops 'ave got 'im now or not	C
An' that removes one interferin' bloke	V
Wot 'ad a mind to queer our 'oly plot	C
Tomorrer we'll find Rose an' work good works	H
With gentler lurks '	-
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'Gentler ' 'e sez 'I 'ope so ' Still 'e's grave 'The ways uv 'Eaven's strange ' 'e sez 'an' yours	H
Is stranger still Yet all may work to save	W
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One strugglin' soul if 'Eaven's grace endures '	-
'E's dreadful solemn	J
'I must own I feel	P
Grieved a great deal	P
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'Your face ' 'e sez 'is very badly cut '	-
'Now look ' I chips ''Old on Let's git this right	C
'Oo was it tried to stoush that rat face mutt	C
'Oo was it barracked for me in the fight	C
'Oo was it used that word uv evul sense	H
Up on that fence '	-
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'Young friend ' Indignant 'Struth I see 'im try	D
To keep reel stern But soon I rekernise	H
The little twinkle stealin' in 'is eye	D
That won't keep out no matter 'ow 'e tries	H
An' then 'is twitchin' lips smile wide apart	C
'Aw 'ave a 'eart '	-

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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