DOI Artikel:
Davidson, John: Thirty Bob a week
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.21215#0103
Thirty Bob a Week
By John Davidson
Icouldn'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 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 journey in the dark,
A-travelling alongthe Underground
From my Pillar'd Halls and broad suburban Park
To come the daily dull official round ;
And home again at night with my pipe all alight
A-scheming how to count ten bob a pound.
And
By John Davidson
Icouldn'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 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 journey in the dark,
A-travelling alongthe Underground
From my Pillar'd Halls and broad suburban Park
To come the daily dull official round ;
And home again at night with my pipe all alight
A-scheming how to count ten bob a pound.
And