David Lewis Paget Poems

‘Just where do you think you’re going, girl
With those ribbons in your hair? ’
‘I’m off to the world of Make Believe
To the Hart Midsummer Fair.
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Her skin was dark and her hair was black,
She walked with a Spanish sway,
‘She could be from South America, ’
I would hear the neighbours say,
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They spent the night on the Prince of Wales
Not one of them slept a wink,
Packed like herrings against the rails
It was hard to even think,
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‘I am pure, forever now, ’
The words scratched on a skull,
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‘I used to work for the council here, ’
Said ‘Ripper’ Jones at the bar,
Fortified with a Beam or two
And a pint of the best, Three Star,
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Deep in the village of Darkling
Where the Squires and their Ladies rule,
No-one comes out in the eventime
Unless they’re a brazen fool,
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The man I saw at the edge of the wood
Had flowers, twined in his hair,
His jerkin was both green and ragged
His legs were brown and bare,
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Adam Sadd was the frontman for
A group called ‘Rising Star',
They said he came from a gypsy clan
And he played a wild guitar,
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He sat out back in his deck chair
Half asleep, and reading a book,
His wife was bustling round the place
She had the dinner to cook,
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There once was a time I would wander the bush
And camp in the woods every night,
Watching the birds and the wildlife there
Was the thing that would give me delight.
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