Oh Brother Jack, as you pass by As you are now, so once was I. Just so game and just so gay, But now, alack, they've stopped my pay. No more I peep out of my blinkers, Here I bee -- tucked in with clinkers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUNDAY NIGHT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE FLOWER OF FINAE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 7. THE SILENCE by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 17 by OMAR KHAYYAM IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 74 by ALFRED TENNYSON LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 2. FINLAY by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |