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‘The way that we go to our death,’ he said, ‘Reflects on the life we lived, Whether we scream, and rant and curse Or..

‘Why do you stand by the window, weeping, Why do you pull at your hair? All I can see is the old pepper tree, And the guards in..

He’d spent his life as a Turnkey At His Majesty’s Prison, Whailes, The Warder, Walter McMurtrey Of the grim and unwholeso..

‘Atten-shun! Stand by your gun! And look in the Frenchies eyes, They’re marching down at the sound of the drum So many..

There are places in the country where No people show their face, There are warrens, there are spinneys There are copses beyond trace,..

There are men who meet their one true love There are men who never do, And I must admit I was one of these ‘Til the day that I ..

Coopers Creek where the cattle cross Is a settlement, not a town, The old stone huts of the pioneers Still grace the stony ground, ..

Anon has writ but many a good verse From village, fields and fens, But none so cruel as that he wrote About Sir Patrick Spens. ..

Mr. Deanes climbed into the lift, Went up to the fortieth floor, He’d worked in the building for twenty years But never been up..

They had kept her in a padded cell Since she tried to slash her wrists, Throwing herself against the walls In what were psychotic fit..