Padre Poem by Cicely Fox Smith
Padre
'E don't go round glad-'andin' chaps nor 'it them on their backs;
'E don't deal much in pious talk an' distributin' tracks;
'E don't think decent seamen is a sort of 'eathen blacks.
But 'e'll sing an' smoke an' crack 'is joke an' use 'is fists as well;
An' the crimps along the water-front they 'ate 'im worse'n 'ell,
For the 'ottest shop in 'Frisco ain't too 'ot for Padre Fell.
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