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C J Dennis - Weary
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Aw, I`m sick o` the whole darn human race,
   An` I`m sick o` this mundane ball;
I`m sick o` the sight o` me brother`s face,
   An` his works an` talk an` all;
I`m sick o` the silly sounds I hear,
   I`m sick o` the sights I see;
Ole Omar K. he knew good cheer,
   An` it`s much the same with me.

Gimme a bit o` a bough to sit
   Beneath, an` a book of rhyme,
An` a cuddlemsome girl that sings a bit,
   But don`t sing all the time:
That`s all I ask, an` it`s only just;
   For it`s all that I hold dear --
A bough an` a book an` a girl an` a crust;
   That, an` a jug o` beer.

Then I`ll cuddle me girl an` I`ll quaff me ale
   As we sit on the leafy floor;
An` when the book an` the beer jug fail,
   I`ll cuddle me girl some more.
For jugs give out an` books get slow.
   But you can take my tip for square
Tho` the bough an` the book an` the beer jug go,
   The girl, she`s always there.

For I`m sick o` the sight o` me brother`s face,
   An` the world`s a sight too slow;
An` I`m sick o` tryin` to go the pace,
   When there ain`t no pace to go;
I`m sick o` the "gilded halls of vice,"
   An` I`m sick o` the "sainted shrine,"
I`m sick o` me own an` me friends` advice,
   An` the gold that won`t be mine.

I`m sick o` the sound o` me fellow`s voice,
   I`m sick o` his schemes an` shams;
O` trying to choose when there ain`t no choice,
   An` of damin` several dams;
So, gimme a girl that ain`t too slow,
  You can keep your book of rhyme,
An` you bough an` bread an` your beer.  Wot O!
   An` I`ll cuddle her all the time.
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