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The Lass I Love

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

−0.2591 − 0.6086i

Drawing the boundary…

The Rich Man

by Franklin P. Adams

−0.2597 − 0.6070i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

The Lass I Love

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

The lass I love, oh, red's her cheek, 
Her eyes are bits o' heaven; 
The reason isn't hard to seek — 
Her mother's out of Devon. 

The lass I love, her plaits are black, 
Her tongue is soft and merry — 
Her grandad got his pedlar's pack 
Among the hills o' Kerry. 

The lass I love has thrift for three, 
For 'twas her mother's granny 
That loved a sailor from Dundee, 
Where all the folk are cannie. 

Now naught o' hers I've found to link 
With land of leek and daffy, 
And yet she's thieved my heart (I'll think), 
So there's your touch o' Taffy! 

The Rich Man

by Franklin P. Adams

The rich man has his motor-car,
His country and his town estate.
He smokes a fifty-cent cigar
And jeers at Fate.

He frivols through the livelong day,
He knows not Poverty her pinch.
His lot seems light, his heart seems gay,
He has a cinch.

Yet though my lamp burns low and dim,
Though I must slave for livelihood—
Think you that I would change with him?
You bet I would!

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