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 | The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown |  |
I tell ye the words were hardly gone from me
When the door burst open, and in comes Tommy—
And wet to the skin, and white as a ghost,
And his eyes all ablaze, and his voice all hoast —
And—“Run!” he says, “the lot of ye, run!
She's on the Rue! she's done! she's done!”
“The Rue!” I says, “just so! that's it!”
(The Rue is a point to the westward a bit)—
The Rue—“Come along!” says I, “let's slope!”
“Get a ladder!” I says, “and plenty of rope!
Light the lanthorn! bear a hand!”
Says Cain,—“You're quite a perfessional man!”
I raelly thought he was going to bother
About some humbuggin' thing or another
Even then—but he wasn' so bad as that—
'Deed he was as active as a cat,
Was Cain—and skilful, and houldin' out —
Under orders? no doubt! no doubt!
Of course! guy heng! and who was he,
To work a wreck, compared with me?
Well, I should think so! only raison!
And everybody in his saison.
When the door burst open, and in comes Tommy—
And wet to the skin, and white as a ghost,
And his eyes all ablaze, and his voice all hoast —
And—“Run!” he says, “the lot of ye, run!
She's on the Rue! she's done! she's done!”
“The Rue!” I says, “just so! that's it!”
(The Rue is a point to the westward a bit)—
The Rue—“Come along!” says I, “let's slope!”
“Get a ladder!” I says, “and plenty of rope!
Light the lanthorn! bear a hand!”
Says Cain,—“You're quite a perfessional man!”
I raelly thought he was going to bother
About some humbuggin' thing or another
Even then—but he wasn' so bad as that—
'Deed he was as active as a cat,
Was Cain—and skilful, and houldin' out —
Under orders? no doubt! no doubt!
Of course! guy heng! and who was he,
To work a wreck, compared with me?
Well, I should think so! only raison!
And everybody in his saison.
| The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown | |