Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant (9 December 1864 – 27 February 1902 / Somerset, England)
The sun may shine, the rain may fall,
And the world roll round about, -
The king's men and king's horses all
Can never rub one thing out.
Skies may darken - clouds will flit -
Troubles may gather and go:
For my sweetheart loves me "just a bit!
And, oh! I love her so.
The vapour vanishes in the sun!
So pass cures, doubts, and pains -
For I'm "loved a bit" by the dearest one,
And the best the world contains.
Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant's Other Poems
- A Departing Dirge
- A Song
- An Enthusiastic Sportsman Enthuses
- A-Shelling Peas
- At Last
- At the River-Crossing
- Behind the Bar - a Desecration of Tennys...
- Brigalow Mick
- BUTCHERED TO MAKE A DUTCHMAN'S HOLIDAY
- Corn Medicine
- His Masterpiece
- Love Outlasteth All
- Much a Little While
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