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Fer 'er sweet sake I've gone and chucked it clean:
The pubs an' schools an' all that leery game.
Fer when a bloke 'as come to know Doreen,
It ain't the same.
There's 'igher things, she sez, fer blokes to do.
An' I am 'arf believin' that it's true.
Yes, 'igher things—that wus the way she spoke;
An' when she looked at me I sort o' felt
That bosker feelin' that comes o'er a bloke,
An' makes 'im melt;
Makes 'im all 'ot to maul 'er, an' to shove
'Is arms about 'er… Bli'me? but it's love!
That's wot it is. An' when a man 'as grown
Like that 'e gets a sort o' yearn inside
To be a little 'ero on 'is own;
An' see the pride
Glow in the eyes of 'er 'e calls 'is queen;
An' 'ear 'er say 'e is a shine champeen
"I wish't yeh meant it," I can 'ear 'er yet,
My bit o' fluff! The moon wus shinin' bright,
Turnin' the waves all yeller where it set—
A bonzer night!
The sparklin' sea all sort o' gold an' green;
An' on the pier the band—O, 'Ell!… Doreen!
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