Henry Lawson

Write By Return

Clerk, corresponding, Rooster and Comb, Here I sit idle Thinking of home; I must be grafting Living to earn, More correspondence, Write by return. Clerk in employ of Shoddy and Woods, Thinks that we have not Forwarded goods. Parcel we sent them Missing, I learn, Says in his postscript: Write by return. Here is another Letter from Bland Cheque he expected Isn’t to hand. How we forgot it Cannot discern, Forward remittance, Write by return. Here is another O how they come? Treats of a Bender Planned by a chum. See on the margin, Big letters: Burn After perusal Write by return. Mail in from England, Letters for me Dear little sweetheart Over the sea. Quite broken-hearted, O how I yearn Only to see you. . . . Write by return. One who will never Think that I’m bad Writes me a letter Tearful and sad. Thinks that I’m starving, Filled with concern, Sends me some money Write by return. Letter from father, Sent to his son, All is forgiven Fat calf for one. O that I ever Thought he was stern Money for passage Write by return.

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