Introduction: Rose Of Spadgers Poem Rhyme Scheme

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I've crawled I've eaten dirt I've lied a treat	A
I've dodged the cops an' led a double life	B
I've readied up wild tales to tell me wife	B
W'ich afterwards I've 'ad to take an' eat	A
Red raw Aw I been goin' it to beat	A
A big massed band mixin' with sin an' strife	B
Gettin' me bellers punchered with a knife	B
An' all but endin' up in Russell Street	A
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I've mixed it with the blessin' uv the church	C
Down there in Spadgers fightin' mad an' blind	D
With 'oly rage I've 'ad full leaf to smirch	C
Me tongue with sich rude words as come to mind	D
Becos I 'ated leavin' in the lurch	C
Wot Ginger Mick me cobber left be'ind	D
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Don't git me wrong I never went an' planned	D
No gory all in scraps or double deals	E
But one thing follered on another 'eels	E
Jist like they do in life until I land	D
Flop in the soup surprised you understand	D
But not averse jist like a feller feels	E
'Oo reaches fer the water jug at meals	E
An' finds a dinkum gargle in 'is 'and	D
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Su'prised but not averse That puts it right	D
An' if Fate 'as these things all fixed before	F
Well wot's a bloke to do to 'oo a fight	D
Was not unwelkim in the days of yore	F
Pertickler when 'e knows 'is cause is right	D
An' 'as a gorspil spritiker to ongcore	F
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Regardin' morils I was on a cert	D
Fer if I'd missed the step an' fell frum grace	E
By rudely pushin' in me brother's face	E
Without no just ixcuse it might uv 'urt	D
But this Spike Wegg the narsty little squirt	D
Collected 'is becos ther' was no trace	E
Uv virchoo in the cow 'Is aims was base	E
When 'e laid out to tempt a honest skirt	D
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An' so me arm was strong becoz me cause	E
Was on the square an' I don't 'esitate	D
The parson bloke 'e sez all moril laws	E
They justified me act But anyrate	D
Before I crools this yarn we better pause	E
Till I gives you the dope an' git it straight	D
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Now Ginger Mick me cobber went to war	F
An' on Gallipoli 'e wandered West	D
Per'aps less said about 'is life the best	D
It was 'is death that shoved along 'is score	F
But that tale's old an' Ginger ain't no more	F
'E done 'is bit an' faded like the rest	D
'Oo fought an' fell an' left wot they loved best	D
In 'opes they'd be dealt fair by pals of yore	F
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An' all Mick left was Rose 'Look after Rose	E
Mafeesh ' 'e sez when 'e was on the brink	G
An' there was thousan's like 'im I suppose	E
I ain't no moralizer fer to think	G
Wot others ort to do I only knows	E
I 'ad me job frum w'ich I durstn't shrink	G
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Unless you 'ave a beat down Spadgers way	H
I don't ixpect you ever met with Rose	E
She don't move in yer circle I suppose	E
Or call to bite a bun upon yer Day	H
An' if yeh got a intro I dare say	H
Yeh'd take it snifty an' turn up yer nose	E
Now that we don't need Micks to fight our foes	E
Them an' their Roses 'as to fade away	H
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They 'ave to simmer down an' not ubtrude	H
Now we are safe an' finished with the war	F
We don't intend to be unkind or rude	H
Or crayfish on the things we said before	F
Uv our brave boys An' as fer gratichood	H
Well there's a Guv'mint ain't there Wot's it for	F
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But Mick buzzed orf too quick to wed a bride	H
An' leave a widder doo fer Guv'mint aid	H
Spite uv ole Spadgers Rose was still a maid	H
An' spite uv Spadgers she still 'as 'er pride	H
That wouldn't let 'er whimper if she tried	H
Or profit by 'er misery an' trade	H
On Mick's departin' an' the noise it made	H
I know 'er An' I know she'd sooner died	H
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I know 'er But to them that never knows	E
An' never tries to know the 'earts an' ways	E
Uv common folk there wus n't much to Rose	E
That called fer any speshul loud 'Oorays	E
Nothin' 'eroic She's jist 'one uv those'	E
One uv the ruck that don't attract our gaze	E
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I guess you was n't born down Spadgers way	H
Or spent yer child'ood in the gutter there	F
Jist runnin' wild or dragged up be the 'air	F
Till you was fit to earn a bit of pay	H
By honest toil or any other way	H
You never 'ad to battle to keep square	F
Or learn first 'and uv every trap an' snare	F
That life 'as waitin' for yeh day by day	H
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But I 'ave read about a flower that grows	E
Once in a while upon a 'eap uv muck	I
It ain't the flower's own choosin' I suppose	E
An' bein' sweet an' pure is jist its luck	I
There's 'uman blooms I've knowed the like uv those	E
Strugglin' in weeds an' 'struth I like their pluck	I
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Don't make no error I ain't givin' Rose	E
The 'igh bred manners uv some soshul queen	J
She were n't no shrinkin' simperin' girleen	J
With modest glances droopin' to 'er toes	E
She'd smash a prowlin' male acrost the nose	E
As quick as any tart I ever seen	J
But bli'me she was straight an' she was clean	J
As more than one mauled lady killer knows	E
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Straight as a die An' jist as clean an' sweet	H
An' thorny as the bloom 'oose name she bears	E
To cling on to 'er virchoo weren't no feat	H
With 'er she simply kep' it unawares	E
An' natchril like people trust their feet	H
An' don't turn silly 'and springs on the stairs	E
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That's 'ow Mick found an' left 'er straight an' clean	J
She seen the good in 'im long years before	F
'E proved it good an' plenty at the war	F
She loved an' mothered 'im becos she seen	J
The big softhearted boy 'e'd alwiz been	J
Be'ind 'is leery ways an' fightin' jor	F
An' all 'is little mix ups with the Lor	F
She knoo 'e weren't the man to treat 'er mean	J
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They was a proper match But Mick 'e goes	E
An' slips 'is wind there on Gallipoli	K
Jist pausin' to remark 'Look after Rose '	-
An' if them partin' words weren't meant fer me	L
Well I'm the gay angora I suppose	E
In this divertin' slab uv 'istory	F
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It ain't no soft romance with pale pink bows	E
This common little tale I 'ave to tell	K
Concernin' common on folk an' wot befell	K
When me an' my ole parson cobber goes	E
An' does our bit in lookin' after Rose	E
The Church admits I done my part reel well	K
An' there won't be no need to ring a bell	K
Or call the cops in when the langwidge flows	E
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So 'ere's a go If my remarks is plain	J
An' short uv frills they soots me tale an' so	E
I 'opes the rood boorjosie will refrain	J
Frum vulger chuckin' orf fer well I know	E
Ladies an' gentlemen uv Spadgers Lane	J
Won't fail to un'erstand So 'ere's a go	E

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

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