Theodor Gribkoff - Loafer (J. Davidson) | Текст песни

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• Theodor Gribkoff
• Loafer (J. Davidson)

I hang about the streets all day,
At night I hang about;
I sleep a little when I may,
But rise betimes the morning's scout.

My clothes are worn to threads and loops;
My skin shows here and there ;

About my face like seaweed droops
My tangled beard, my tangled hair.

I move from eastern wretchedness
Through Fleet Street and the Strand;
And as the pleasant people press
I touch them softly with my hand.

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