B'Golly Bill in Town

NZ Truth, Issue 985, 11 October 1924, Page 1

B' Golly Bill m Town

2 A.M. — WILLIS STREET. Some night when sleep 'as left yer . Dress yerself an' go abroad In th' silent, shuttered city — I kin swear yer won't be bored* You will see th' John on duty, : ' Sech an awe-inspirin' bloke That it seems like cheek to wonder Jest 'o\y much 'ed like a smoke. You will see a slinkin' shadder, Reckernise th' ancient sign An* yer'll think "That was a woman Once— a girl. . . , Oh, men are swine!" You will 'ear th' weary footsteps t Of th' toiler, 'onieward bound From 'is night shift at th' fact'ry, An' th' watchman on 'is round. You will 'ear belated rev'lers . Curse th' miles. they've yet ter go, Wiv a shoe m each side pocket An' a corn oh ev'ry toe. You will see a car flash by yer , Wiv a big-, fat, leerin' rake Maulin' one 'op's just a kiddie Ah' yer'll feel yer*d like ter tali© Mm by 'is neck an' choke 'irn; But she wouldn't thank yer none; 'E means Life — -an' what's th' future When yer soul's just sick fer fun? Yus, th' streets '11 set yer thinkin', Make yer 'cart ache somewhat, too. When their glamor 'as departed An' th' Town Clock's strikin' two.' / —c.H.a