David Lewis Paget Poems

‘My thoughts are often consumed by death
And the dark side of the Moon, '
I said to Jane as she sensed my pain
On that Sunday afternoon,
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I was wandering down by Woolwich
Next to a magistrate, one time,
The smell, it was overpowering
From the hulks that lay in line,
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Chen Xiao Fei while the sun does shine
Was taken as the Emperor's concubine,
Just one of a hundred from the village Yang Ping
And chosen by the placing of a bright gold ring.
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I remember as a child we used to
Play out in the square,
In the sleepy little village
Someone christened Uno Ware,
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I took a room in a boarding house
In a seedy part of town,
I hadn't worked for a month or so
And was feeling rather down,
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The people marched to St. Peter's Field
On a fair and a sunny day,
They'd gone to listen to Henry Hunt
A radical, in his way,
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Deep in the village of Darkling
Where the Squires and their Ladies rule,
No-one comes out in the eventime
Unless they’re a brazen fool,
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‘Just where do you think you’re going, girl
With those ribbons in your hair? ’
‘I’m off to the world of Make Believe
To the Hart Midsummer Fair.
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Her skin was dark and her hair was black,
She walked with a Spanish sway,
‘She could be from South America, ’
I would hear the neighbours say,
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They spent the night on the Prince of Wales
Not one of them slept a wink,
Packed like herrings against the rails
It was hard to even think,
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