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 | The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown |  |
Now red or yellow, blue or black,
A passionater fellow till Jack
There couldn' ha' been—aw, desperate!
He'd have it out, he wouldn' wait—
He'd have it out whatever it was—
Have it out—no lip nor sauce
Would do for Jack, no chiffin' nor chaffin';
Navar bothered much with laughin,
Didn' Jack—a word and a blow—
Terrible in earnest though,
Perseverin', if you'll understand—
Jack was like two dogs in one,
The dog to hunt, and the dog to fight;
But still he wasn' takin' delight
In fightin'—no; nor wantin' to be
Cock-o'-the-mine—
A passionater fellow till Jack
There couldn' ha' been—aw, desperate!
He'd have it out, he wouldn' wait—
He'd have it out whatever it was—
Have it out—no lip nor sauce
Would do for Jack, no chiffin' nor chaffin';
Navar bothered much with laughin,
Didn' Jack—a word and a blow—
Terrible in earnest though,
Perseverin', if you'll understand—
Jack was like two dogs in one,
The dog to hunt, and the dog to fight;
But still he wasn' takin' delight
In fightin'—no; nor wantin' to be
Cock-o'-the-mine—
| The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown | |