Cicely Fox Smith

(1 February 1882 – 8 April 1954 / Lymm, Cheshire)

Back To Hilo - Poem by Cicely Fox Smith

There's a dark an' dirty wineshop on a waterfront I know,
An' a cross-eyed Dago keeps it - or he kep' it years ago -
Where the sailormen an' greasers sit them down to dice and dine -
An' I wish I was back again in Hilo -
In Hilo -
Drinkin' old Jacinto's wine!

There's the blessed Andes standin' up behind it like a wall,
An' there's dust, an' stinks, an' insecks, an' there ain't much else at all,
An' them sulky Dago wenches, they was never much my line -
But I wish I was back again in Hilo -
In Hilo -
Drinkin' old Jacinto's wine.

For my mind it keeps on turnin' - an' I ask you, ain't it queer,
When the stuff we used to get there warn't a bloomin' patch on beer? -
To that dirty Dago's wineshop an' them old-time pals o' mine -
An' I wish I was back again in Hilo -
In Hilo -
Drinkin' old Jacinto's wine.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 30, 2010



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