{"product_id":"2940013669178","title":"Rose of Spadgers","description":"It knocks me can in, this ere game uv life,\u003cbr\u003e   A bloke gets born, grows up, looks round fer fun,\u003cbr\u003eDreams dilly dreams, then wakes to find a wife\u003cbr\u003e   An' fambly round 'im - all 'is young days done.\u003cbr\u003eAn', gazin' back, sees in 'is youth a man\u003cbr\u003eScarce reckernised.  It fair knocks in me can!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTher's me.  I never seemed to mark no change\u003cbr\u003e   As I mooched on through life frum year to year;\u003cbr\u003eAn' yet, at times it seems to me dead strange\u003cbr\u003e   That me, uv old, is me, 'oo's sittin' 'ere.\u003cbr\u003ePer'aps it ain't.  'E was a crook young coot,\u003cbr\u003eWhile I'm a sturdy farmer, growin' froot.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut, all the same, 'e wouldn't back an' fill,\u003cbr\u003e   An' argue with 'imself, an' 'esitate,\u003cbr\u003eOnce 'e 'ad seen the way.  'E'd find the will\u003cbr\u003e   To go an' do the thing 'e 'ad to, straight.\u003cbr\u003eThat's 'ow I was; an' now-Ar, strike a light!\u003cbr\u003eLife gits so mixed I can't git nothin' right.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut wot's the use? A bloke 'as got to own,\u003cbr\u003e   When once 'e 'as responsibility,\u003cbr\u003eTher's certin games is better left alone\u003cbr\u003e   Wot might be done if 'e was only free.\u003cbr\u003eTher's certin things - Oh, wot's the flamin' good?\u003cbr\u003eA 'usband alwiz gits misun'erstood!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt's no use hintin'.  If yeh want it straight,\u003cbr\u003e   Me an' me wife ain't seenin' eye to eye:\u003cbr\u003eAll ain't been peace an' 'armony uv late,\u003cbr\u003e   An' clouds is comin' up in our clear sky.\u003cbr\u003eI ain't to blame, an' yet, no more's Doreen.\u003cbr\u003eIt's jist 'ard Fate 'as shoved 'is oar between.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAll marrid blokes will understand me well.\u003cbr\u003e   I ain't addressin' no remarks to those\u003cbr\u003e'0o've learnt but 'arf uv life.  The things I tell\u003cbr\u003e   Is fer the ears uv fellermen that knows:\u003cbr\u003eThem symperthetic 'usbands 'oo 'ave 'eard\u003cbr\u003eThe fog-'orn soundin' in the wifely word.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFer when stern jooty grips a 'usband's 'eart\u003cbr\u003e   (That's me) an' eggs 'im on to start a scene\u003cbr\u003eThat's like to tear two 'appy lives apart,\u003cbr\u003e   In spite uv all 'er carin' (That's Doreen)\u003cbr\u003eWhy, there you 'ave a story that would make\u003cbr\u003eA bonzer movie - with a bit uv fake.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut 'ere's the plot.  When my pal, Ginger Mick,\u003cbr\u003e   Chucked in 'is alley in this war we won,\u003cbr\u003e'E left things tangled; fer 'e went too quick\u003cbr\u003e   Fer makin' last requests uv anyone.\u003cbr\u003e'E jist sez to the world, when last 'e spoke,\u003cbr\u003e\"Look after Rose!\" . . . 'E was a trustful bloke.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRose lives in Spadgers Lane.  She lived, them days,\u003cbr\u003e   Fer Mick's returnin'.  When 'e never came,\u003cbr\u003eIf she lost 'old, an' took to careless ways,\u003cbr\u003e   Well, I ain't sayin' she was much to blame.\u003cbr\u003eAn' I don't worry, till I 'ear she's took,\u003cbr\u003eOr thinks uv takin' on to ways that's crook.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAlthough I'm vegetatin' on a farm,\u003cbr\u003e   I gets a city whisper now an' then.\u003cbr\u003eAn' when I 'ear she's like to come to 'arm\u003cbr\u003e   Amongst a push uv naughty spieler men,\u003cbr\u003eI gets the wind up.  This is all I see:\u003cbr\u003eMick was my cobber; so it's up to me.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47070191190256,"sku":"2940013669178","price":3.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013669178_p0.jpg?v=1763584291","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013669178","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}