Holman Francis Day Poems

The clash and the clatter of mowing-machines
Float up where the old man stands and leans
His trembling hands on the worn old snath,
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Oh, we're getting under cover, for the 'sport' is on the way,
Pockets bulge with ammunition, and he's coming down to slay:
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Hear the chorus in that tie-up, runch, ger-
runch, and runch and runch!
---There's a row of honest critters! Does me
good to hear 'em munch.
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Cheerful crab was that old Posh,
Warn't afflicted much with dosh,
Fact, he worked round sawin' wood,
Earnin what few cents he could,
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Take a chair by the fireplace, mister. Pull up, s'r, pull up to the blaze!
Cheerfuler some than an air-tight, hey? Too many air-tights these days!
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I've joined the orders that came our way,
- Been sort of a 'jiner,' as one would say, -
And I've bucked the goat, and trudged the sands,
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