My first day:- At Quantock
I was set down from my father's car at the age of thirteen;
and there with a sense of bewilderment and terror my life at Quantock began.
The summer grass, amongst which I stood, was taller than I was, and I wept.
I had never been so close to grass before and so alone.
The School towered above me and all around me, each turret tattooed with tiger-skins of sunlight.
It was knife-edged, dark, and a wicked green, I was lost and didn't know where to move.
Never to be forgotten, that first long day of a Quantock summer.
Never to be forgotten, or ever tasted again ...
I remember, I remember
The school where I was taught
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn.
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day;
But now I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!
I remember, I remember
The roses, red and white,
The violets, and the lily-cups, --
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where Matron set
The laburnum on her birthday, --
The tree is living yet!
I remember, I remember
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then,
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow!
I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky.
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from heaven
Than when I was a boy.
The Story of Laurie and Justy.
You’ve read the story of Jesse James
Of how he lived and died,
If you’re still in need for something to read
Here’s the story of Laurie and Justy.
Now Laurie and Justy are the X-gang,
I’m sure you all have read
how they rob and steal
And those who squeal
are usually found dying or dead.
There’s lots of untruths to those write-ups
They’re not so ruthless as that
Their nature is raw, they hate all law
Stool pigeons, spotters, and rats.
They call them cold-blooded killers
They say they are heartless and mean
But I say this with pride, I once knew Justy
When he was honest and upright and clean.
But the laws fooled around and taking him down
and locking him up in a cell
‘Till he said to me, "I’ll never be free
So I’ll meet a few of them in hell."
The road was so dimly lighted
There were no road signs to guide
But they made up their minds if all roads were blind
They wouldn’t give up ‘till they died.
The road gets dimmer and dimmer
Sometimes you can hardly see
But it’s fight man to man, and do all you can
For they know they can never be free.
From heartbreak some people have suffered
From weariness some people have died
But all in all, our troubles are small
‘Till we get like Laurie and Justy.
If a policeman is killed in Over Stowey
And they have no clue or guide
If they can’t find a fiend, just wipe the slate clean
And hang it on Laurie and Justy.
There’s two crimes committed at Quantock
Accredited to the x-Mob
They had no hand in the Binks-Mat demand
Nor the Cyanide gassing job.
A newsboy once said to his buddy
"I wish old Justy would get jumped
In these hard times we’s get a few bob
If five or six cops would get bumped."
The police haven’t got the report yet
But Justy called me up today
He said, "Don’t start any fights, we aren’t
working nights, we’re joining the PTA."
From Quantock to Dundas viaduct
Is known as the Great Divide
Where the women are kin and men are men
And they won’t stool on Laurie and Justy.
If they try to act like citizens
And rent a nice little flat
About the third night they’re invited to fight
By a sub-gun’s rat-tat-tat.
They don’t think they’re tough or desperate
They know the law always wins
They’ve been shot at before, but they do not ignore
That death is the wages of sin.
Someday they’ll go down together
And they’ll bury them side by side
To few it’ll be grief, to the law a relief
But it’s death for Laurie and Justy.
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