David Lewis Paget Poems

‘It won't be much of a Christmas, '
I said to his woman, Kate,
As she met me in the garden,
And opened the garden gate,
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They ‘pressed me on His Majesty's frigate
The H.M.S. Carew,
It only took me a day to find
I was lodged with the Devils's crew,
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‘It's only for over Christmas, ' said
The son to his father there,
And watched as the old man's shoulders hunched
As he painfully mounted the stair,
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I'd taken my friends way off the shore
In my small, glass-bottomed boat,
The weather was clear, the sea was calm
For the sturdiest boat afloat,
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What shall I do with you, Mary Anne,
You went outside in the storming,
The lightning flashed and it struck you dumb,
You couldn't get up this morning.
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Back in the days of the old gas lamps
When the streets were lit, but dim,
A young lamplighter would tour the streets
And the houses, looking in,
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She said she'd only be gone for a week,
I saw her off in the car,
‘It's not that long, ' she began to speak,
‘It's not that I'm going far, '
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Whenever I went with winsome Kate
She'd say, ‘I'm a witch, and that, '
And while in bed, with love in my head,
All she would do was chat.
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My sister Susan had disappeared
At the age of twenty four,
She'd gone on up to the attic room
And she'd locked and barred the door,
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The sun went down on a Sunday night
And didn't come up again,
The clouds above were crimson and bright
And they shed life-giving rain,
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