The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke

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Title: The Songs of a Sentimental Bloke
Author: C.J. Dennis
Release Date: December, 2003 [EBook #4730]?[Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule]?[This file was first posted on March 8, 2002]
Edition: 10
Language: English
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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 song--?A mournful sorter choon thet gits a bloke?Fair in the brisket 'ere, an' makes 'im choke ...
What is the matter wiv me?...I dunno.?I got a sorter yearnin' 'ere inside,?A dead-crook sorter thing that won't let go?Or be denied--?A feelin' like I want to do a break,?An' stoush creation for some woman's sake.
The little birds is chirpin'