- A Spring Song
The world ’as got me snouted jist a treat; . . .
- The Intro
’Er name’s Doreen . . . Well, spare me bloomin’ days! . . .
- The Stoush o’ Day
Ar, these is ’appy days! An’ ’ow they’ve flown— . . .
- Doreen
“I wish’t yeh meant it, Bill.” Oh, ’ow me ’eart . . .
- The Play
“Wot’s in a name?” she sez . . . An’ then she sighs, . . .
- The Stror ’at Coot
Ar, wimmin! Wot a blinded fool I’ve been! . . .
- The Siren
She sung a song, an’ I sat silent there. . . .
- Mar
“’Er pore dear Par,” she sez, “’e kept a store”; . . .
- Pilot Cove
“Young friend,” ’e sez . . . Young friend! Well, spare me days! . . .
- Hitched
“An’—wilt—yeh—take—this—woman—fer—to—be— . . .
- Beef Tea
She never magged; she never said no word; . . .
- Uncle Jim
“I got no time fer wasters, lad,” sez ’e, . . .
- The Kid
My son! . . . Them words, jist like a blessed song, . . .
- The Mooch o’ Life
This ev’nin’ I was sittin’ wiv Doreen, . . .
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