John Davidson Poems
- Thirty Bob A Week I couldn't touch a stop and turn a ...
- Imagination There is a dish to hold the sea, A brazier to ...
- A Ballad Of Hell 'A letter from my love to-day! Oh, ...
- In Romney Marsh As I went down to Dymchurch Wall, I heard ...
- A Runnable Stag When the pods went pop on the broom, green ...
- Snow 'Who affirms that crystals are alive?' I affirm it, let...
- Battle The war of words is done; The red-lipped cannon ...
John Davidson was a Scottish poet, playwright and novelist, best known for his ballads. He also did translations from French and German. In 1909, financial difficulties, as well as physical and mental health problems, led to his suicide.
Life and Works
He was born at Barrhead, East Renfrewshire as the son of Alexander Davidson, an Evangelical Union minister and Helen née Crockett of Elgin. His family removed to Greenock in 1862 where he was educated at Highlanders' Academy there and entered the chemical laboratory of Walker's Sugarhouse refinery in his 13th year, returning after one year to school as a pupil teacher. In Public Analysts' Office, ... more »
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Thirty Bob A Week
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw,
And set the blooming world a-work for me,
Like such as cut their teeth -- I hope, like you --
On the handle of a skeleton gold key;
I cut mine on a leek, which I eat it every week:
I'm a clerk at thirty bob as you can see.
But I don't allow it's luck and all a toss;
There's no such thing as being starred and crossed;
It's just the power of some to be a boss,
And the bally power of others to be bossed:
I face the music, sir; you bet I ain't a cur;
Strike me lucky if I don't believe I'm lost!
For like a mole I ...