David Lewis Paget Poems

He wandered along the Pullman car
As if he owned the train,
And wore the badge of ‘Conductor' and
A whistle on a chain,
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The house dated back to the Tudors,
Half timbered, in need of repair,
They offered it me for a peppercorn rent
If I'd do some work on it there.
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‘I’m looking for Nathan Cory,
I’m looking for Jonathon Brown, ’
That was the woman’s story,
In a pub, this side of town.
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The footsteps echoed on cobblestones
When a chime rang ten of the clock,
As a sailor making his way back home
Was walking up from the dock,
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Out in the children’s playground
On the wasteland, near the flat,
There once was a shiny roundabout
They called ‘The Witches Hat’,
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They said she suffered from visions, so
They locked her up in her room,
I heard her pacing the floor in there
To softly cry in the gloom,
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They hid in a concrete bunker there
While the bombs flew overhead,
Each bomb had seemed to be closer, and
At times, they thought they were dead,
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I'd come home unexpectedly,
I know I should have said,
But found you with another man
Both sleeping, in our bed,
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They came from the land of Jumbo,
Crossed the sea in their little boats,
Carried their wives and children here
In anything that would float,
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From Cap de Hault to Frenchman's Lease
Lies seven miles of moving ice,
A lady comes there once or twice a year
To view that precipice.
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