John Davidson

(11 April 1857 – 23 March 1909 / Barrhead, East Renfrewshire, Scotland)

John Davidson Poems

1. A Northern Suburb 5/21/2012
2. A Cinque Port 4/16/2010
3. London 4/16/2010
4. A Loafer 1/3/2003
5. Song 1/4/2003
6. A Runnable Stag 1/3/2003
7. Song Of A Train 1/3/2003
8. The Last Rose 1/4/2003
9. Battle 1/3/2003
10. Imagination 1/3/2003
11. Snow 1/3/2003
12. War Song 1/3/2003
13. A Ballad Of Hell 1/3/2003
14. In Romney Marsh 1/3/2003
15. Thirty Bob A Week 1/3/2003
Best Poem of John Davidson

Thirty Bob A Week

I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw,
And set the blooming world a-work for me,
Like such as cut their teeth -- I hope, like you --
On the handle of a skeleton gold key;
I cut mine on a leek, which I eat it every week:
I'm a clerk at thirty bob as you can see.

But I don't allow it's luck and all a toss;
There's no such thing as being starred and crossed;
It's just the power of some to be a boss,
And the bally power of others to be bossed:
I face the music, sir; you bet I ain't a cur;
Strike me lucky if I don't believe I'm lost!

For like a mole I ...

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