I was drifting in the drizzle past the Cecil in the Strand Which, I’m told is very tony – and its front looks very grand And somehow fell a-thinking of a pub I know so well Of a place in West Australia called The Bulletin Hotel Just a little six-room shanty built of corrugated tin […]
Letter from the Goldfields – a verse
29/12/2016 By Leave a Comment
A LETTER FROM THE GOLDFIELDS. – by Pluck Marriot You needn’t expect me for some time yet To see me come home, Imogene; Nor need you frown and think I forget, Nor turn to your sister, Jane and say “How Pluck has changed since he went away From his ‘sweet little Imogene. […]
Burt Street – a verse
19/12/2016 By 1 Comment
Burt Street Boulder Oh the years have long strayed, where my younger days played The dust on a long summer breeze Our old house where we stayed, mother cried when she prayed The dust storms that came as they pleased The Old Trams of Burt Street, in an old world compete With steam on the […]
Over the Hills – a verse
03/12/2016 By 1 Comment
Over the hills where the sun goes down, Ever and ever so far away, There’s an old, old house in an olden town, I see it now, with its roof so grey, Tho’ it’s ever and ever so far away. And a fair and slender form. I see In the open doorway, standing.there With the […]
CARRYING OVER-WEIGHT – a verse
03/11/2016 By Leave a Comment
Following on from the story on the annual Bricknells Picnic I came across this poem about the ‘performance or lack of, in the Married Ladies Race’. The Sun 4 Oct 1908 Carrying Over Weight An After Dinner Sheffield From the Bricknell Bros Picnic: The event contested immediately after the fine spread had been done justice to […]
