Nocturne by C.J. Dennis — Read

I'm standin' at the corner uv the Lane - / The Land called Spadgers - waiting fer 'is jills. / The night's come chilly, an' a drizzlin' rain / Falls steady where a near-by street lamp spills / A gashly yeller light on stones all wet, / An' makes the darkest corners darker yet.

Them darkest corners! 'Struth! Wot ain't I 'eard / Uv dark deeds done there in the olden days, / When crooks inticed some silly sozzled bird / Upstage, an' dealt with 'im in unkind ways - / Bashed 'im with bottles, woodened 'im with boots. / Spadgers was rood to flush an' festive coots.