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Jessie Pope - The Call of the Congo
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I go as a rule 
At the coming of Yule, 
To a place where the sunshine`s obtrusive ; 
At Hydros I`m found, 
Where dyspeptics abound, 
And massage and physic`s inclusive ; 

Or a shelter I grace 
In some fashion-plate place 
Where the giddy and frivolous throng go, 
But to Fashion adieu, 
If the rumour is true 
They`re reducing the fares on the Congo. 

Each English resort 
Will lack my support, 
Nor do Cannes or Mentone intrigue me. 
I see the same faces 
At watering places, 
And the places and faces fatigue me. 

But I now can afford 
To career like a lord 
To the land of the palm and the mango ; 
To the Tropics I`ll ship 
For a cheap little trip, 
A week end at warm Wango-wango. 

Eluding the net 
Of my usual set 
And the hump that it constantly gave me, 
The lies and the smirks 
Of refinement that irks 
In the Jellala Falls I will leave me. 

In a place I will stay 
That is called O-go-way, 
I will shake by the hand the Obongo, 
And with vigour renewed 
I shall come back imbued 
With the charms that are cheap on the Congo.
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