He said his love was like a red, red rose,
As if the phrase had been his own invention;
And as I marked his style and red, red nose,
I pitied her, with thoughts I needn't mention.
He said she always played a cheery part --
Had many virtues, each one eighteen-carat;
Then staggered on, and clasped her to his heart --
His love indeed, a bottle of old claret.
First published in The Bulletin, 23 January 1913
Author: Norman Lilley (ca1875-1941) worked as a journalist for The Bulletin, and the Argus in Melbourne. He published and edited the short-lived Lilley's Magazine, which only lasted for 5 issues in 1911.
Author reference sites: Austlit
As if the phrase had been his own invention;
And as I marked his style and red, red nose,
I pitied her, with thoughts I needn't mention.
He said she always played a cheery part --
Had many virtues, each one eighteen-carat;
Then staggered on, and clasped her to his heart --
His love indeed, a bottle of old claret.
First published in The Bulletin, 23 January 1913
Author: Norman Lilley (ca1875-1941) worked as a journalist for The Bulletin, and the Argus in Melbourne. He published and edited the short-lived Lilley's Magazine, which only lasted for 5 issues in 1911.
Author reference sites: Austlit
