C.J. Dennis, My pal Ginger Mick

E.A. NICHOLLS

MUSICAL MONOLOGUE

MY PAL

GINGER

MICK.

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From

"The Moods of Ginger Mick"

Words reprinted 

by permission of

C.J.DENNIS.

Author of

"The Sentimental Bloke."

"The Moods of Ginger Mick."

Music by

GWEN LEWIS.

Performed by 

Miss Gwen Lewis.

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AUSTRALIAN WAR MEMORIAL:

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MY PAL GINGER MICK.
Wot price ole Ginger Mick? 'E's' done a break—

Gone to the bloomin' war to stoush the foe.

Was it for glory, or a woman's sake?

Arst me somethin' easy! I dunno

'Is Khaki clobber set 'im off a treat,

That's all I know; 'is motive's got me beat.

A peb was mick, a leery bloke was 'e.

Low down, and given to the brimin' cup;

The kind o' bloke that coves like you 'an me

Don't mix wiv, 'cos of our strick bringin' up.

And 'e was sich, becos unseen Fate

Lobbed 'im in life a 'undred years too late.

But why did e' go? 'E wern't no patriot

As sits an' brays advice in days o' strife;

'E never flapped no flags, or sich like rot;

An' 'e never sung Gawsave in all 'is life.

He was despised be them as makes sich noise;

But now—oh strike ! e's one of our brave boys.

'E's one of our brave boys, all right all right.

'Is early training down in Spadger's Lane

Done 'im no 'arm for his 'ere or-lin fight!

And 'is loss o' culcher is 'is country's gain.

'Im wiv' ' is cast-iron chiv an' leery ways—

An' swell tarts 'eavin' 'im sweet words o' praise.

Why did he go? 'E ' ad a decent job,

'Is tart and 'im was gettin' on alright.

But why does a wild bull fight to guard the mob?

Why does a bloomin' bull-ant look fer fight?

Why does a rooster scrap an' flap an' crow

'E went—becos 'e dam well 'ad to go.

It's the call o' stoush—it's older than the 'ills.

Lovin' and fightin' —there's no more to tell

Concernin' men. An' when that feelin' thrills

The blood o' them whose fathers mixed it well,

They have to 'eed it—bein' 'ow they're built—

As traders 'ave to 'eed the clink uv gilt.

But war ain't no giddy garden feete—it's war:

A game that calls up love an' 'atred both.

An' them as shudders at the sight o' gore,

And shrinks to hear a drunken soljer's oath,

Must 'ide be'ind the man who 'eaves the bricks,

And thank their Gawd for all their Ginger Micks.

Printed sheet music. See original

N.B. In rendering this Recitation it may be well to remind the performers that the music is not intended as an accompaniment in the ordinary

acceptance of that term. The pianist should follow the words exactly as they are printed over the music. At the same time it will be found

absolutely necessary for the reciter frequently to wait for and follow the music thereby accentuating and strengthening respective points in the poem.

[*E.A. Nicholls*]

MY PAL, GINGER MICK. 

Words by C. J. DENNIS.  
Musical Monologue.  
Music by GWEN LEWIS.

Printed sheet music. See original

Wot price ole Ginger Mick?  'E's done a break - 

Gone to the bloomin' war to stoush the foe. Was it for glory, or a woman's sake? . .

Arst me somethin' easy! I dunno .  'Is Kha—ki clobber set 'im off a treat, that's

all I know; 'is motive's got me beat . . A peb was Mi—ck, a leery bloke was 'e, low

down, and given to the brimmin' cup. .  The kind o' bloke that coves like you 'an me don't

Copyright, 1917, by Andersons Ltd.

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mix wiv, 'cos of our strick bringin's up . And 'e was sich, becos' unseein' Fate'

lobbed 'im in life a 'un—dred years too late . But why did 'e go? 'E wern't no patriot as

sits an' brays ad—vice in days o' strife. 'E never flapped no flags, or sich like rot, 'e never sung "Gawsave"

in all 'is life. He was despised be them as makes sich noise. But now—oh strike! 'e's one of our brave boys.

'E's one of our brave boys, all right all right. 'Is early trainin' down in Spadger's Lane done

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'im no 'arm for this 'ere or-lin fight: and 'is loss o' culcher is 'is country's gain. 'Im

wiv' 'is cast - iron chiv an' leery ways, and swell tarts 'eavin' 'im sweet words o' praise.

Why did he go? . . 'E 'ad a decent job. 'Is tart and 'im was gettin' on alright. But

why does a wild bull fight to guard the mob? Why does a bloomin bull-ant look fer fight? Why does a rooster

scrap an' flap an crow? 'E went — becos 'e dam well ad to go . . Its the call o' stoush –-

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it's older than the 'ills. Lovin' and fightin' —there's no more to tell concernin' men. An' when that feelin'

thrills the blood o' them, whose fathers mixed it well, they have to 'eed it, bein' 'ow they're built, as

traders 'ave to 'eed the clink uv gilt But war ain't no giddy garden feete — it's war, a 

game that calls up love 'an 'atred both. An' them as shudders at the sight o'gore, and shrinks to hear a drunken

soljier's oath, must 'ide be'ind the man who 'eaves the bricks, and thank their Gawd for all their Ginger Micks.

Printed sheet music. See original

A NEW SONG—Try this over on your Piano.

HOME.

Words by Esmė Neivel.  
Music by Bruce Railton.

peace-ful days once more. Oh how glad they will be to re-

-turn o'er the foam. And to find here a wel - come in

Home. dear - est Home.—

"HOME" Copyright 1916.

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