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He’s Gone To England For A Wife
(17 June 1867 – 2 September 1922 / Grenfell, New South Wales)

He’s Gone To England For A Wife

HE’S GONE to England for a wife
Among the ladies there;
And yet I know a lass he deemed
The rarest of the rare.
He’s gone to England for a wife;
And rich and proud is he.
But he was poor and toiled for bread
When first he courted me.

He said I was the best on earth;
He said I was “his life”;
And now he thinks of noble birth,
And seeks a lady wife!
He said for me alone he’d toil
To win an honest fame;
But now no lass on southern soil
Is worthy of his name!

I think I see his lady bride,
A fair and faultless face,
And nothing in her heart beside
The empty pride of race.
And she will grace his gilded home,
The wife his gold shall buy;
But will she ever dream of him,
Or love as well as I?

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Beautiful poem thank for sharing, i love the rhymes and compositions
wouldn't want him for a friend
When there were none, she was the loved one. Now he has everything but alas! she worths nothing.This is how human behavior changes sometimes for more beneficial reward.It is a wonderful poem exampling that.
Nice poem, I enjoyed it.Thanks for sharing.
Marvelous piece depicting changing behavior of human beings. Enjoyed the poem. Thanks for sharing.
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