C J Dennis - The DanceC J Dennis - The Dance
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"Heirlums," `e sez. "I`ve `ad the trousiz pressed.
Me father married in `em, that `e did.
See this `ere fancy vest?
See this `ere lid?
Me gran`dad brought that frum `is native land
In forty-two-an` then `twas second-`and."
Clobber? Oh, `el! Pants uv wild shepherd`s plaid,
A coat that might `ave knocked the cliners flat
When father was a lad,
A tall, pot `at
That caught the mange back in the diggin`s days,
A fancy vest that called fer loud `oorays.
But loud `oorays don`t `arf ixpress my rage
When Danny comes upholstered fer the jig.
I`ve seen it on the stage,
Rat comic rig;
But never at a country dance before
`Ave I seen sich crook duds as Danny wore.
"You want to crool my scheme," I sez, "with rags
Like that? This ain`t no fancy dress affair.
Wot sort uv tile an` bags
Is them to wear?
But `e don`t tumble; )e`s as pleased as pie.
"By gum," `e sez, "this ort to catch `er eye."
"You posin` fer a comic film, or wot?"
I arsts `im --" with noorotic togs like those!
Jazz clobber! Ain`t you got
No decent clo`es?"
But `e`s too tickled with `imself to `eed.
"This orter catch `er eye," `e sez, "this tweed."
It caught `er eye, all right, an` many more.
They starts to come before the daylight fades;
An`, fer a hour before
The crowd parades,
Ole Danny `eld the centre uv the stage,
While I stood orf an` chewed me silent rage.
That`s `ow it alwiz is: I try to show
`Ow I can use me bean in deep-laid lurks;
An` then some fool must go
An` bust the works.
`Ere, I `ave planned a coop in slap-up-style,
An` Danny spikes me guns with gran`pa`s tile.
Rose never seemed so free frum ugly dreams,
Not since she came, as that night at the dance;
But my matchmakin` schemes
Makes no advance;
Fer every time I gits a chance to score,
Doreen butts in, an` crools me pitch once more.
Reel thortless, women is. She ort to seen
I `ad intents -- in spite uv Danny`s clo`es --
An` that `e was reel keen.
Concernin` Rose.
Not `er. She larfs, an` chatters with the push,
As if rich `usbands grew on every bush.
Once, f`rinstance, I gits busy when I seen
Rose sittin` out; an` brings Dan on the run.
"Why, mercy!" sez Doreen.
"`Ere`s Mister Dunn
Perlite enough to arst me fer a dance.
`E knows us marrid ones don`t git much chance."
An` there she grabs `im, fair out uv me `ands!
An` lets young Wally Free git off with Rose;
While like a fool I stands,
Kickin` me toes
An` cursin` all the fool things women do.
I`d think `twas done apurpis, less I knoo.
That`s `ow it was all night. I schemed a treat,
Workin` shrood points, an` sweatin` blood, almost;
But every time I`m beat
Right on the post.
All me matchrnakin`s bust -- the task uv days --
Through Danny`s duds an` my wife`s tackless ways.
Nice chaperong she is! While Free an` Rose
Dance `arf the night Doreen jist sits an` beams.
When I seen that, up goes
My `opes an` schemes.
But all that Danny sez is, "Stone the crows!
Yeh`d think I`d took `er eye, with them good clo`es."
When we git `ome that night I shows me spleen
By `intin` Rose will be left on the shelf.
An` then I see Doreen
Smile to `erself.
"I would n`t be su`prised," she sez, "to see
Rose marrid, some fine day, to Wally Free."
To Wally Free! Yeh could `ave knocked me flat
With `arf a brick. I seen it in a flash.
A grinnin` coot like that!
Without no cash!
Besides, a man `oo`d keep a thievin` cow
Like `is, won`t make no `usband any`ow.
I`m sick uv everything. It ain`t no joke.
I`ve tried to do good works; an` now I`ve found
When you git `elpin` folk
They jist turn round
An` bite the `and that feeds `em, so to speak.
An` yet they sez the strong should `elp the weak.
Wot rot! ... I wisht I `ad some reel ixcuse
To push some face in, jist to ease me mind.
Spike Wegg, `e `ad `is use --
`Im an` `is kind.
If I could give me ole left-`ook one swing,
I might feel kinder like to everything.
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