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Before the War

'Before the war,' she sighs. 'Before the war.'
Then blinks 'er eyes, an' tries to work a smile.
'Ole scenes,' she sez, 'don't look the same no more.
Ole ways,' she sez, 'seems to 'ave changed their style.
The pleasures that we had don't seem worth while
Them simple joys that passed an hour away
An' troubles, that we used to so revile,
'Ow small they look', she sez. ''Ow small today.

'This war!' sighs ole Mar Flood. An' when I seen
The ole girl sittin' in our parlour there,
Tellin' 'er troubles to my wife Doreen.
As though the talkin' eased 'er load 'uv care,
I thinks uv mothers, 'ere and everywhere,
Smilin' a bit while they are grievin' sore
For grown-up babies, fightin' Over There;
An' then I 'ears 'em sigh, 'Before the war.'

My wife 'as took the social 'abit bad.
I ain't averse - one more new word I've learned

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Dad

I've knowed ole Flood this last five year or more;
I knoo 'im when 'is Syd went to the war.
A proud ole man 'e was. But I've watched 'im,
An' seen 'is look when people spoke uv Jim:
As sour a look as most coves want to see.
It made me glad that this 'ere Jim weren't me.

I sized up Flood the first day that we met
Stubborn as blazes when 'is mind is set,
Ole-fashioned in 'is looks an' in 'is ways,
Believin' it is honesty that pays;
An' still dead set, in spite uv bumps 'e's got,
To keep on honest if it pays or not.

Poor ole Dad Flood, 'e is too old to fight
By close on thirty year; but if I'm right
About 'is doin's an' about 'is grit,
'E's done a fair bit over 'is fair bit.
They are too old to fight, but, all the same,
'Is kind's quite young enough to play the game.

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The Brus Book II

[Bruce escapes to Lochmaben]


The Bruys went till his innys swyth,
Bot wyt ye weile he wes full blyth
That he had gottyn that respyt.
He callit his marschall till him tyt
5 And bad him luk on all maner
That he ma till his men gud cher,
For he wald in his chambre be
A weile gret quhile in prevate,
With him a clerk foroutyn ma.
10 The marschell till the hall gan ga
And did hys lordys commanding.
The lord the Bruce but mar letting
Gert prevely bryng stedys twa,
He and the clerk foroutyn ma
15 Lap on foroutyn persavyng,
And day and nycht but sojournyng
Thai raid quhill on the fyften day

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Hans Christian Andersen

Til J. P. E. Hartmann ved hans Hjemkomst fra Udlandet 1835

Hvad Herligt ude Du har seet og hørt,
Hvad Dig har glædet og dit Hjerte rørt,
Du os fortælle vil i Melodier:
Det travle Byliv, Kjern' og Politur,
Den evig unge, kraftige Natur
Med Dissonantser og med Harmonier.

I Preussens Sand Du Diamanter fandt;
Du fløi mod Syd, og meer Dig Kunsten vandt,
Skjøndt Donaunixen sært med Hjemvee rørte.
Hvor Stephans-Taarnet speiler sig saa smukt,
Du husked' Øresund og Kjøgebugt,
Og Tanken Dig til dine Kjære førte.

Natur og Kunst din Ungdoms Sjæl henrev,
Mens sød, vemodig Længsel hos Dig blev,
Lad denne Treklang kun fra Strængen klinge!
Syd-Schweits's Storhed og Melancholi,
Pariser-Livets lette Trylleri,
I Tone-Afrids Du til Danmark bringe!

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Blanket Syd

Here we are as smoke rings in the atmosphere stirred by our maidens
Churning, as spinning in orbit she incites gravity to push.
A rush of nightmares insist upon visions blurred,
I dreamt the night before last of otherworldly eyes beckoning
In the form I recognized as the girl for whom I longed.
A thousand girls have passed my way most without a smile to share,
Thronging in the nightmare riddled with familiar faces.
This girl she’s there beyond the stair fall, beyond dream time
Lost in reality skirting upon the edge as she wills the fall of
Restriction, dissolving friction in an instant, innocence beyond the
Keeping of youth’s grand adventure.

There lies another soul; a lover lost playing the fool.
There she lay begging to the camera, stammering whilst she feeds
From the pool of Apollo’s seed. What greed it is to witness, beyond the
Tendencies of the voyeur.

Dominant in submission, forget restrictions, let it ride.
The wave rises in flowing, I forget he moment, no regrets for the present.
Nowhere to hide, no need to run.

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When I Argue I See Shapes

I'm not really sure of all this pressure,
i'm never going to lose any of my old letters
They'll stay with me, until i can see,
until i can see that i'm no-one
They'll stay with me, until i can see,
until i can see that i'm no-one
So don't slight it off cuz you'll be fined,
don't start slighting off cuz you'll be fined
All you ever do is build it up inside,
All you ever do is build it up inside
I'm not really sure of all this pressure,
i'm never going to lose any of my old letters
They'll stay with me, until i can see,
until i can see that i'm no-one
So don't slight it off cuz you'll be fined,
don't start slighting off cuz you'll be fined
All you ever do is build it up inside,
All you ever do is build it up inside
You smoke too much when you talk too much,
and when i argue syd barrett makes me laugh

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The Brus Book VII

[The king escapes from the hound]


The king towart the wod is gane
Wery forswayt and will of wane
Intill the wod sone entryt he
And held doun towart a vale
5 Quhar throu the woid a watter ran.
Thidder in gret hy wend he than
And begouth for to rest him thar
And said he mycht no forthirmar.
His man said, 'Schyr, it may nocht be.
10 Abyd ye her ye sall son se
Fyve hunder yarnand you to sla,
And thai ar fele aganys us twa.
And sen we may nocht dele with mycht
Help us all that we may with slycht.'
15 The king said, 'Sen that thou will sua,
Ga furth, and I sall with the ga.
Bot Ik haiff herd oftymys say

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The Brus Book VI

[Sir Ingram Umfraville praises the king;
the men of Galloway pursue him with a tracker dog]

The king is went till his logyng
And off this deid sone come tithing
Till Schyr Ingrame the Umfravill
That thocht his sutelte and gyle
5 Haid al failyeit in that place.
Tharfor anoyit sua he was
That he agayne to Lothyane
Till Schyr Amer his gate has tane
And till him tauld all hale the cas,
10 That tharoff all forwonderyt was
How ony man sa sodanly
Mycht do so gret chevalry
As did the king that him allane
Vengeance off thre traytouris has tane,
15 And said, 'Certis, I may weill se
That it is all certante
That ure helpys hardy men

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The Brus Book III

The lord of Lorn attacks the king's men]


The lord off Lorne wonnyt thar-by
That wes capitale ennymy
To the king for his emys sak
Jhon Comyn, and thocht for to tak
5 Vengeance apon cruell maner.
Quhen he the king wyst wes sa ner
He assemblyt his men in hy,
And had intill his cumpany
The barounys off Argyle alsua.
10 Thai war a thousand weill or ma
And come for to suppris the king
That weill wes war of thar cummyng.
Bot all to few with him he had
The-quhethir he bauldly thaim abaid,
15 And weill ost at thar fryst metyng
War layd at erd but recoveryng.
The kingis folk full weill thaim bar

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The Brus Book XIII

[Douglas's division attacks]

Quhen thir twa fyrst bataillis wer
Assemblyt as I said you er,
The Stewart Walter that than was
And the gud lord als of Douglas
5 In a bataill, quhen that thai saw
The erle foroutyn dred or aw
Assembill with his cumpany
On all that folk sa sturdely
For till help him thai held thar way
10 And thar bataill in gud aray,
And assemblyt sa hardely
Besid the erle a litill by
That thar fayis feld thar cummyn wele,
For with wapynnys stalwart of stele
15 Thai dang apon with all thar mycht.
Thar fayis resavyt weile Ik hycht
With swerdis speris and with mase,
The bataill thar sa feloune was

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