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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Lucindy Jane

Published by Susan on 07/30/2003 (2605 reads)
When I was young I was too proud...

When I was young I was too proud
     To wheel my daughter in her pram.
"It's infra dig," I said aloud,--
     Bot now I'm old, behold I am
Perambulating up and down
     Grand-daughter through the town.

And when I come into the Square,
     Beside the fountain I will stop;
And as to rest I linger there,
     The dames will say: "How do, Grand-pop!
Lucindy Jane with eyes so blue
     Looks more and more like you."

And sure it's pleased as Punch I get,
     And take Lucindy on my knee;
Aye, at the risk of getting wet,
     I blether to the girls a wee:
Then as we have a bottle date
     Home we perambulate.

Gosh! That's the joy of all my day;
     And as I play the part of nurse:
"She's got your nose," I hear them say.
     Thinks I: "Well now, she might have worse."
And how I dream I'll live to see
     A great-grandchild upon my knee,
     Whom folks say looks like me!


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