The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke

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Title: The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke
Author: C.J. Dennis
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C.J.Dennis: The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke
To Mr and Mrs J. G. Roberts
La vie est vaine:
Un peu d'amour,
Un peu de haine...
Et
puis--bonjour!
La vie est breve:
Un peu d'espoir,
Un peu de reve...
Et
puis--bonsoir!
Leon Montenaeken
Foreword
My young friend Dennis has honoured me with a request to write a
preface to his book. I think a man can best write a preface to his own
book, provided he knows it is good. Also if he knows it is bad.
"The Sentimental Bloke", while running through the Bulletin,
brightened up many dark days for me. He is more perfect
than any
alleged "larrikin" or Bottle-O character I have ever attempted to sketch,
not even excepting my own beloved Benno. Take the first poem for
instance, where the Sentimental Bloke gets the hump. How many men,
in how many different parts of the world--and of how many different
languages--have had the same feeling--the longing for something
better--to be something better?
The exquisite humour of The Sentimental Bloke speaks for itself; but
there's a danger that its brilliance may obscure the rest, especially for
minds, of all stations, that, apart from sport and racing, are totally
devoted to boiling
"The cabbitch storks or somethink"
in this social "pickle found-ery"
of ours.
Doreen stands for all good women, whether down in the smothering

alleys or up in the frozen heights. And so, having introduced the little
woman (they all seem "little" women), I "dips me lid"-- and stand
aside.
HENRY LAWSON
SYDNEY, 1st September, 1915.
Contents
I. A SPRING SONG
The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat;...
II. THE INTRO
'Er name's Doreen...Well, spare me bloomin' days!...
III. THE STOUSH O' DAY
Ar, these is 'appy days! An' 'ow they've flown--...
IV. DOREEN
I wish't yeh meant it, Bill." Oh, 'ow me 'eart...
V. THE PLAY
"Wot's in a name?" she sez... An' then she sighs,...
VI. THE STROR 'AT COOT
Ar, wimmin! Wot a blinded fool I've been!...
VII. THE SIREN
She sung a song, an' I sat silent there....
VIII. MAR
"'Er pore dear Par," she sez, "'e kept a store";...

IX. PILOT COVE
"Young friend," 'e sez...Young friend! Well, spare me days!...
X. HITCHED
"An'--wilt--yeh--take--this--woman--fer--to--be--...
XI. BEEF TEA
She never magged; she never said no word;...
XII. UNCLE JIM
"I got no time fer wasters, lad," sez 'e,...
XIII. THE KID
My son!...Them words, jist like a blessed song,...
XIV. THE MOOCH O' LIFE
This ev'nin' I was sittin' wiv Doreen,...
THE GLOSSARY
I. A Spring Song
The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat;
Crool Forchin's dirty left 'as
smote me soul;
An' all them joys o' life I 'eld so sweet
Is up the pole.

Fer, as the poit sez, me 'eart 'as got
The pip wiv yearnin' fer--I
dunno wot.
I'm crook; me name is Mud; I've done me dash;
Me flamin' spirit's
got the flamin' 'ump!
I'm longin' to let loose on somethin' rash....

Aw, I'm a chump!
I know it; but this blimed ole Springtime craze

Fair outs me, on these dilly, silly days.

The young green leaves is shootin' on the trees,
The air is like a long,
cool swig o' beer,
The bonzer smell o' flow'rs is on the breeze,
An'
'ere's me, 'ere,
Jist moochin' round like some pore, barmy coot,
Of
'ope, an' joy, an' forchin destichoot.
I've lorst me former joy in gettin' shick,
Or 'eadin' browns; I 'aven't
got the 'eart
To word a tom; an', square an' all,
I'm sick of that cheap
tart
'Oo chucks 'er carkis at a feller's 'ead
An' mauls 'im...Ar! I
wish't that I wus dead!...
Ther's little breezes stirrin' in the leaves,
An' sparrers chirpin' 'igh the
'ole day long;
An' on the air a sad, sweet music breaves
A bonzer