C J Dennis - A Holy WarC J Dennis - A Holy War
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"Young friend!" . . . I tries to duck, but miss the bus.
`E sees me first, an` `as me by the `and.
"Young friend!" `e sez; an` starts to make a fuss
At meetin` me. "Why, this," `e sez, "is grand!
Events is workin` better than I planned.
It`s Providence that I should meet you thus.
You`re jist the man," `e sez, "to make a stand,
An` strive for us.
"Young friend," `e sez, "allow me to explain
But wot `e `as to say too well I knows.
I got the stren`th uv it in Spadgers Lane
Not `arf an hour before`and, when I goes
To see if I could pick up news uv Rose,
After that dentist let me off the chain.
("Painless," `e`s labelled. So `e is, I s`pose.
I `ad the pain.)
"Young friend," `e sez. I let `im `ave `is say;
Though I`m already wise to all `e said -
The queer old parson, with `is gentle way -
(`E tied Doreen an` me when we was wed)
I likes `im, from `is ole soft, snowy `ead
Down to `is boots. `E ain`t the sort to pray
When folks needs bread.
Yeh`d think that `e was simple as a child;
An` so `e is, some ways; but, by and by,
While `e is talkin` churchy-like an` mild,
Yeh catch a tiny twinkle in `is eye
Which gives the office that `e`s pretty fly
To cunnin` lurks. `E ain`t to be beguiled
With fairy tales. An` when I`ve seen `em try
`E`s only smiled.
"Young friend," `e sez, "I am beset by foes.
The Church," `e sez, "is in a quandary."
An` then `e takes an` spills out all `is woes,
An` `ints that this `ere job is up to me.
"Yer aid - per`aps yer strong right arm," sez `e,
"Is needed if we are to rescue Rose
From wot base schemes an` wot iniquity
Gawd only knows."
This is the sorry tale. Rose, sick, an` low
In funds an` frien`s, an` far too proud to beg,
Is gittin` sorely tempted fer to go
Into the spielin` trade by one Spike Wegg.
I knoo this Spike uv old; a reel bad egg,
`0o`s easy livin` is to git in tow
Some country mug, an` pull `is little leg
Fer all `is dough.
A crooked crook is Spike amongst the crooks,
A rat, `oo`d come the double on `is friends;
Flash in `is ways, but innercint in looks
Which `e works well fer `is un`oly ends.
"It`s `ard to know," sez Snowy, "why Fate sends
Sich men among us, or why justice brooks
Their evil ways, which they but seldom mends -
Except in books.
"Young friend," `e sez, "You`re known in Spadgers Lane.
You know their ways. We must seek out this man.
With `er, pray`r an` persuasion `ave been vain.
I`ve pleaded, but she`s bound to `is vile plan.
I`d `ave you treat `im gently, if you can;
But if you can`t, well - I need not explain."
(`E twinkles `ere) "I`m growin` partisan;
I must refrain."
"Do you mean stoush?" I sez. "Fer if yeh do
I warn yeh that a scrap might put me queer."
"Young friend," sez `e, "I leave the means to you.
Far be it from the Church to interfere
With noble works." But I sez, "Now, look `ere,
I got a wife at `ome; you know `er, too.
Ther`s certin things I never could make clear
If once she knoo.
"I got a wife," I sez, "an` loves `er well,
Like I loves peace an` quite. An` if I goes
Down into Spadgers, raisin` merry `ell,
Breakin` the peace an` things account uv Rose,
Where that might land me goodness only knows.
`Ow women sees these things no man can tell.
I`ve done with stoush," I sez. "`Ard knocks an` blows
`Ave took a spell.
"I`ve done with stoush," I sez. But in some place
Deep in me `eart a voice begun to sing;
A lurin` little voice, with motives base…
It`s ten long years since I was in a ring,
Ten years since I gave that left `ook a swing.
Ten weary years since I pushed in a face;
An` `ere`s a chance to `ave a little fling
With no disgrace.
"Stoush? Stoush, young friend?" `e sez. "Where `ave I `eard
That term? I gather it refers to strife.
But there," `e sez, "why quarrel with a word?
As you `ave said, indeed, I know yer wife;
An` should she `ear you went where vice is rife
To battle fer the right - But it`s absurd
To look fer gallantry in modrin life.
It`s a rare bird.
"Young friend," `e sez. An` quicker than a wink
`Is twinklin` eyes grew sudden very grave.
"Young friend," `e sez, "I know jist wot yeh think
Uv `ow us parsons blather an` be`ave.
But I `ave `ere a woman`s soul to save -
A lonely woman, tremblin` on the brink
Uv black perdition, blacker than the grave.
An` she must sink.
"Yes, she must sink," `e sez. "For I `ave done
All that a man uv my poor parts can do.
An` I `ave failed! There was not anyone
That I could turn to, till I met with you.
But now that `ope `as gone - an` `er `ope too."
"`Old on," I sez. "Just let me think for one
Brief `alf-a-mo. I`d love a crack or two
At this flash gun."
"Righto," I sez (an` turns me back on doubt)
"I`m with yeh, parson. I go down to-night
To Spadgers, an` jist looks this Spike Wegg out."
"Young friend," `e sez, "be sure you`ve chosen right.
Remember, I do not desire a fight.
But if - " "Now don`t you fret," I sez, "about
No vi`lince. If I`m forced, it will be quite
A friendly clout."
"Young friend," `e sez, "if you go, I go too.
Maybe, by counsel, I may yet injuce
This evil man - " "It ain`t no game for you,"
I argues with `im. But it ain`t no use.
"I go!" `e sez, an` won`t take no ixcuse.
So that`s all fixed. An` us crusaders two
Goes down to-night to Spadgers, to cut loose
Till all is blue.
`Ow can Doreen make trouble or git sore?
(Already I can `ear `er scold an` so
But this ain`t stoushin`. It`s a `oly war!
The blessin` uv the Church is on the job.
I`m a church-worker, with full leave to lob
A sacrid left on Spike Wegg`s wicked jor.
Jist let me! Once! An` after, s`elp me bob,
Never no more!
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