Henry Lawson (Генри Лоусон)

Uncle Harry

Oh, never let on to your own true love 
That ever you drank a drop; 
That ever you played in a two-up school 
Or slept in a sly-grog shop; 
That ever a bad girl nursed you round – 
That ever you sank so low. 
But she pulled you through, and it’s only you 
And your old mate Harry know. 

”Billy the Link” they called you then, 
And it makes me sad to think 
Of the strenuous days when it took three cops 
And a pimp to couple the Link. 
”Mister Linkhurst” they call you now, 
And your kitchen garden grows; 
And no one knows in your family, 
But your Uncle Harry knows. 

Oh, never let on to your fair young bride 
How a ”straight” girl stabbed your heart 
With a devilish wire to the Western side 
Where we were a world apart. 
With pick and shovel you fought it out 
Where the red sirocco blows; 
And no one knew in the gang save you – 
But your old mate Harry knows. 

Oh, never let on to your own good wife, 
For a tender heart has she, 
Of the girl that loved and the girl that lies 
In the graveyard there by the sea! 
’Twas not for his ”manners” she loved the cad, 
’Twas not for his verse or prose, 
But the pity she felt for the country lad – 
And your Uncle Harry knows. 

The bad girl went where the bad girls go 
And I see her dark eyes yet; 
The good girl left me her broken heart, 
But I trow that their souls have met. 
The cry of the heart we send not forth 
On every wind that blows; 
You are hiding a sorrow from someone now – 
But your Uncle Harry knows.

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4. Eureka
5. The Old Jimmy Woodser

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