Billy Bennett Poems

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up
In the Malamute Saloon;
An American guy from Peckham Rye
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Three cheers for the postman, the jolly old postman,
With letters for Smith, Brown and Kelly,
A load in his sack, a hump on his back,
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Nell was a collier's daughter,
innocent, sweet seventeen.
Shall I tell you the story of Nellie?
Yes, tell us it, Bill, if it's clean.
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There's a little sallow idle man lives north of Waterloo,
And he owns the toughest music hall in town.
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Give me the life of a huntsman,
It wants a lot of beating...
I know, I've served my apprenticeship
With that famous hunter, ' Keating.'
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You ask about these wrinkles,
These wrinkles I have on my brow,
If you'll give me your kind applause, sir
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In the street of the thousand lanterns
The East of Limehouse Reach
Lived a bland Chinee, who loved the sea
For he was a son of the beach.
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'Twas Christmas Day in the cookhouse
And the place was clean and tidy
The soldiers were eating their pancakes...
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They say a man's known by the company he keeps
I think that a lie and a scandal
'Cos I've mixed with company I didn't expect
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The clock in the steeple struck fourteen
The day that the wedding was fixed
The couple had gone on their honeymoon first
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