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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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Aunt Jennie

Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (2598 reads)
Old Aunt Jennie used to lay

Aunt Jennie

Old Aunt Jennie used to lay
A hand as gentle as a dove,
Upon my brow, stroke down and say:
"My laddie, that's the way of love."
Then suddenly with upward scruff
That made me laugh, it seemed so funny,
She'd give my mouth and nose a ruff,
And snap: "My boy, that's matrimony."

There must be truth in what she said,
For though the marriage bond has blisses,
Most lovers learn when they are wed
There's more to bread and cheese than kisses.
Aunt Jennie did not know romance,
So there was reason for her stricture,

And yet in youth she had her chance,
Since she was pretty as a picture.

Today I heard a lover's plea,
(And I am sure he truly meant it)
"Be mine for life!" I hope that he
Had not a lifetime to repent it.
Aunt Jennie, soothing soft as fluff
My face says: "This is love, my sonny."
Then with a rasping upward ruff:
"And that, sweet brat, is Mat-rimony."


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