David Lewis Paget Poems

There must have been seven chimneys
In the great house on the hill,
I never actually counted them
While the house was standing still,
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The Inn sat down in a hollow,
Deep in a grove of trees,
It sat so far from the road, the yard
Was two feet deep in leaves,
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He waited until the Moon was high
And its beam shone on the sand,
Telling himself the time was nigh
He could overcome the land,
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‘To whomever it may concern, ' he wrote,
Hunched over an evening star,
‘This, my last will and testament
For you, whoever you are,
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Her picture was in ‘The Courier',
A beauty with auburn hair,
I must admit I was taken in
As I sat alone, to stare.
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‘I begged you not to go to the lake
For I knew that he'd be there,
Whenever we'd go to the lake before
He would come out, sit and stare,
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My uncle lived in a big old house
At the end of Mayfair Drive,
With thirteen rooms and a library,
Whilst he was still alive.
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He pondered over the note he wrote,
Sat hunched and cold in his chair,
He nodded once as he read it then
And signed the bottom with flair,
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Annette, she was a Worthingham
And Karen, she was a Lee,
But both of them were adopted
In the war, in '43.
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Deep in the gloom of her bedroom,
Young Kathy dried her tears,
It wasn't as bad as the red room
She'd been banished to for years,
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