"ARE you the Cove?" he spoke the words As swagmen only can; The Squatter freezingly inquired, "What do you mean, my man?" "Are you the Cove?" his voice was stern, His look was firm and keen; Again the Squatter made reply, "I don't know what you mean." "O! dash my rags! let's have some sense— You ain't a fool, by Jove, Gammon you dunno what I mean; I mean—are you the Cove?" "Yes, I'm the Cove," the Squatter said; The Swagman answered, "Right, I thought as much: show me some place Where I can doss tonight." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TRINITY OF MOTHERHOOD by FRED CLARE BALDWIN POLYHYMNIA: THE YOUTH IN THE BOAT (FRAGMENT) by WILLIAM BASSE THE FORSAKEN MAID by RICHARD BROME A SUPPLICATION FOR LOVE, HYMN 1 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING DA CAPO by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. CRADLED IN FLAME by EDWARD CARPENTER |