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    My friend Maloney, Swears like a sentry...

    I had to learn a poem at school which I've now forgotten most of and Google does not recognize. If anyone knows the rest or who it was by I'd be grateful. Infact if anyone confirms that its not a figment of my imagination...

    Pretty sure these are the first 2 lines and then some other fragments:

    My friend Maloney, swears like a sentry,
    Got in trouble a few years back with the local gentry,


    Squire and parson's son had a word with the magistrate who fixed him proper.

    Maloney, son of the town whore....

    Maloney in a sharp suit fistful of dollars....
    A DEAD STATESMAN

    I could not dig: I dared not rob:
    Therefore I lied to please the mob.
    Now all my lies are proved untrue
    And I must face the men I slew.
    What tale shall serve me here among
    Mine angry and defrauded young?

    Kipling: EPITAPHS 1914

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    Funnily enough I've just found the name of the author: Charles Causley and the first two verses:

    My friend Maloney, eighteen,
    Swears like a sentry,
    Got into trouble two years back,
    With the local gentry.

    Parson and squire's sons,
    Informed a copper.
    The magistrate took one look at Maloney,
    Fixed him proper.

    However I still can't find the rest of the poem on the interweb. This guy was a major English poet of the 20/21st Century and yet all of his works have not yet gone digital. I'm not sure if thats a good thing or not.
    A DEAD STATESMAN

    I could not dig: I dared not rob:
    Therefore I lied to please the mob.
    Now all my lies are proved untrue
    And I must face the men I slew.
    What tale shall serve me here among
    Mine angry and defrauded young?

    Kipling: EPITAPHS 1914

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