Laughter from a Cloud By Walter Raleigh with a foreword by Hilary Raleigh |
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| [I have heard no word of my darling Jim] |
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[I have heard no word of my darling Jim]
I have heard no word of my darling Jim,
And I sit and weep by the sea;
I am thinking and dreaming all day of him,
Perhaps he is thinking of me.
And I sit and weep by the sea;
I am thinking and dreaming all day of him,
Perhaps he is thinking of me.
Perhaps he went wandering over the moor,
And fell down a dark ravine;
Perhaps he has gone on a cheap Cook's tour,
And has married a dusky queen.
And fell down a dark ravine;
Perhaps he has gone on a cheap Cook's tour,
And has married a dusky queen.
Perhaps in a motor-car, far and fleet,
He is scudding into the night;
Perhaps he is sitting with wet, wet feet
By the river to wait for a bite.
He is scudding into the night;
Perhaps he is sitting with wet, wet feet
By the river to wait for a bite.
Perhaps he's enlisted in the Police,
Or fallen in the soup tureen;
But my weary heart aching will never cease,
And its O for the might-have-been!
Or fallen in the soup tureen;
But my weary heart aching will never cease,
And its O for the might-have-been!
Send him back ye winds and ye waves so sad,
Send him back ye Sprites and Jinns;
For he's got my bottle of hair pomade,
And my box of safety-pins.
Send him back ye Sprites and Jinns;
For he's got my bottle of hair pomade,
And my box of safety-pins.
Question: What has become of Jim?
Word: Safety-pins.
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