![]() | The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown | ![]() |
Aw dear! the little sowl!
And some chaps that was knockin' about on the sthrowl
Found him there, and picked him up,
And of coorse they thought he'd had a sup,
And home with him, and laughin' and jeerin',
And up to the door, and Cain appearin'
With a light, and terrible aggravated,
And—“Here's your Tommy, 'tossicated!”
And cuts. “Indeed!” says Cain, “indeed!
The pump, I suppose,” and wouldn' heed
For Tommy, whatever he could say—
“Drunk,” says Cain, and drags him away—
“Drunk,” says Cain, “indeed!” he says,
And Tommy that wake he couldn' resist—
And under the very pump; but then
The misthress came, and—“Cain! aw Cain!
Cain!” she said, “aw, listen, listen!
He isn' drunk, he isn', he isn'!
It's trouble,” she says; and—“Lave him to me!”
So Cain dropped him, and—“Come,” says she,
“Come in now, Tommy!” Then Tommy to ax
Could he spake to her alone? “The fac's
Is dead agen ye” says Cain; “but still—
Trouble—eh? well—pozzible—
Pozzible”—and shakin' the head,
And takes the candle, and off to bed.
And some chaps that was knockin' about on the sthrowl
Found him there, and picked him up,
And of coorse they thought he'd had a sup,
And home with him, and laughin' and jeerin',
And up to the door, and Cain appearin'
With a light, and terrible aggravated,
And—“Here's your Tommy, 'tossicated!”
And cuts. “Indeed!” says Cain, “indeed!
The pump, I suppose,” and wouldn' heed
For Tommy, whatever he could say—
280
“Drunk,” says Cain, “indeed!” he says,
And Tommy that wake he couldn' resist—
And under the very pump; but then
The misthress came, and—“Cain! aw Cain!
Cain!” she said, “aw, listen, listen!
He isn' drunk, he isn', he isn'!
It's trouble,” she says; and—“Lave him to me!”
So Cain dropped him, and—“Come,” says she,
“Come in now, Tommy!” Then Tommy to ax
Could he spake to her alone? “The fac's
Is dead agen ye” says Cain; “but still—
Trouble—eh? well—pozzible—
Pozzible”—and shakin' the head,
And takes the candle, and off to bed.
![]() | The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown | ![]() |