bloomin' days!...

III. THE STOUSH O' DAY
Ar, these is 'appy days! An' 'ow they've flown--...

IV. DOREEN
I wish't yeh meant it, Bill." Oh, 'ow me 'eart...

V. THE PLAY
"Wot's in a name?" she sez... An' then she sighs,...

VI. THE STROR 'AT COOT
Ar, wimmin! Wot a blinded fool I've been!...

VII. THE SIREN
She sung a song, an' I sat silent there....

VIII. MAR
"'Er pore dear Par," she sez, "'e kept a store";...

IX. PILOT COVE
"Young friend," 'e sez...Young friend! Well, spare me days!...

X. HITCHED
"An'--wilt--yeh--take--this--woman--fer--to--be--...

XI. BEEF TEA
She never magged; she never said no word;...

XII. UNCLE JIM
"I got no time fer wasters, lad," sez 'e,...

XIII. THE KID
My son!...Them words, jist like a blessed song,...

XIV. THE MOOCH O' LIFE
This ev'nin' I was sittin' wiv Doreen,...

THE GLOSSARY

I. A Spring Song

The world 'as got me snouted jist a treat;
Crool Forchin's dirty left 'as smote me soul;
An' all them joys o' life I 'eld so sweet
Is up the pole.
Fer, as the poit sez, me 'eart 'as got
The pip wiv yearnin' fer--I dunno wot.

I'm crook; me name is Mud; I've done me dash;
Me flamin' spirit's got the flamin' 'ump!
I'm longin' to let loose on somethin' rash....
Aw, I'm a chump!
I know it; but this blimed ole Springtime craze
Fair outs me, on these dilly, silly days.

The young green leaves is shootin' on the trees,
The air is like a long, cool swig o' beer,
The bonzer smell o' flow'rs is on the breeze,
An' 'ere's me, 'ere,
Jist moochin' round like some pore, barmy coot,
Of 'ope, an' joy, an' forchin destichoot.

I've lorst me former joy in gettin' shick,
Or 'eadin' browns; I 'aven't got the 'eart
To word a tom; an', square an' all,
I'm sick of that cheap tart
'Oo chucks 'er carkis at a feller's 'ead
An' mauls 'im...Ar! I wish't that I wus dead!...

Ther's little breezes stirrin' in the leaves,
An' sparrers chirpin' 'igh the 'ole day long;
An' on the air a sad, sweet music breaves
A bonzer song--
A mournful sorter choon thet gits a bloke
Fair in the brisket 'ere, an' makes 'im choke ...

What is the matter wiv me?...I dunno.
I got a sorter yearnin' 'ere inside,
A dead-crook sorter thing that won't let