Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, DA FLUTE EEN SPREENG, by THOMAS AUGUSTINE DALY


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DA FLUTE EEN SPREENG, by                    
First Line: Dere was a time w'en I could shoot
Last Line: I justa coulda keesed heem!
Alternate Author Name(s): Daly, T. A.
Subject(s): Flutes; Spring


DERE was a time w'en I could shoot
Profess' Agrandinallo,
For dat he played upon da flute
All nighta long hees "toot! toot! toot!"
An' made a seeckness een my head
W'en I was layin' een my bed.
O! manny, manny time I swore
W'en he was livin' nexta door --
Dat crazy music-fallow!

Wan day een March, wan happy day,
Profess' Agrandinallo
He took hees theengs an' moved away
Where I no more could hear heem play.
Ah! den da nights was full with sleep,
So beautiful, so long an' deep!
An' I was glad dat nevva more
I gona hear heem nexta door --
Dat crazy music-fallow!

But, ah! my frand, I deed not feel
How mooch, how mooch I meesed heem,
How dear hees music was, onteell
Las' night beside my weendow-seell,
From som'where far off down da street,
I heard hees flute so soft an' sweet!
O! my, eet made my heart so glad
Dat was so lonely an' so sad
I justa coulda keesed heem!





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