Стихотворения

Джойс Джеймс

(1902–1904?)

DOOLEYSPRUDENCE

(Air: 'Mr Dooley')

Who is the man when all the gallant nations run to war Goes home to have his dinner by the very first cablecar And as he eats his cantaloups contorts himself in mirth To read the blatant bulletins of the rulers of the earth? It's Mr Dooley, Mr Dooley, The coolest chap our country ever knew 'They are out to collar The dime and dollar' Says Mr Dooley-ooley-ooley-oo. Who is the funny fellow who declines to go to church Since pope and priest and parson left the poor man in the lurch And taught their flocks the only way to save all human souls Was piercing human bodies through with dumdum bulletholes? It's Mr Dooley, Mr Dooley, The mildest man our country ever knew 'Who will release us From Jingo Jesus?' Prays Mr Dooley-ooley-ooley-oo. Who is the meek philosopher who doesn't care a damn About the yellow peril or problem of Siam And disbelieves that British Tar is water from life's fount And will not gulp the gospel of the German on the Mount? It's Mr Dooley, Mr Dooley, The broadest brain our countiy ever knew 'The curse of Moses On both your houses' Cries Mr Dooley-ooley-ooley-oo. Who is the cheerful imbecile who lights his long chibouk With pages of the pandect, penal code and Doomsday Book And wonders why bald justices are bound by law to wear A toga and a wig made out of someone else's hair? It's Mr Dooley, Mr Dooley, The finest fool our country ever knew 'They took that toilette From Pontius Pilate' Thinks Mr Dooley-ooley-ooley-oo. Who is the man who says he'll go the whole and perfect hog Before he pays an income tax or licence for a dog And when he licks a postagestamp regards with smiling scorn The face of king or emperor or snout of unicorn? It's Mr Dooley, Mr Dooley, The wildest wag our country ever knew 'O my poor tummy His backside gummy!' Moans Mr Dooley-ooley-ooley-oo. Who is the tranquil gentleman who won't salute the State Or serve Nabuchodonosor or proletariat But thinks that every son of man has quite enough to do To paddle down the stream of life his personal canoe? It's Mr Dooley, Mr Dooley, The wisest lad our country ever knew 'Poor Europe ambles Like sheep to shambles!' Sighs Mr Dooley-ooley-ooley-oo. Who is the sunny sceptic who fights shy of Noah's arks When they are made in Germany by Engels and by Marx But when the social deluge comes and rain begins to pour Takes off his coat and trousers and prepares to swim ashore? It's Mr Dooley, Mr Dooley, The bravest boy our country ever knew With arms akimbo 'I'll find that rainbow!' Shouts Mr Dooley-ooley-ooley-oo.

ДУЛИСПРУДЕНЦИЯ

(на

мотив песенки «Мистер Дули»)

Кто этот странный господин? Воюет целый свет, А он трамвая мирно ждет и едет на обед, А там, прочтя очередной монарший манифест, Смеясь, качает головой и дыню долго ест. То мистер Дули, Мистер Дули, Во всей стране он первый вольнодум. «Похоже, братцы, Что нас надули», — Промолвил Дули-дули-дули-дум. Кто этот непонятный тип, что в церковь ни ногой С тех пор, как папа и попы зовут народы в бой И уверяют, что нашли к спасенью верный путь: Штыком и пулями дум-дум дырявить ближним грудь? То мистер Дули, Мистер Дули Убрал в чулан воскресный свой костюм. «Похоже, с богом Нас вновь надули», — Вздохнул наш Дули-дули-дули-дум. Кто этот храбрый человек, которому плевать, Стремится ль раса желтая весь мир завоевать, И с кем Британская звезда к победе нас ведет, И врет ли Базельский пророк, спустившийся с высот? То мистер Дули, Мистер Дули, Широкий взгляд и философский ум. «На оба дома — Чума и пули!» — Воскликнул Дули-дули-дули-дум.