Poems with rhymes of jack

And never was white so white, or black so black,
As her cheeks and hair. `There are more things than one
A man might turn into a wood for, Jack,'

And I sometimes call him Terrible Jack,
'Cos his tail goes on to the end of his back.

I plod wondering, a-wanting, just for lack
Of answer the eagerer a-wanting Jessy or Jack

And you see the Union Jack
Wave to Dewi, he’s there too
I’m sure that he’ll wave back.

He would not fly the Rovers' flag -- the bloody or the black,
But now he floated the Gridiron and now he flaunted the Jack.

Nor can he hide in holy black
The heron's hunch upon his back,
But a birch-tree stood my Jack:

'Have you news of my boy Jack?'
Not this tide.
'When d'you think that he'll come back?'

For, wrung all on love's rack,
My lad, and lost in Jack,

To ride old Jack
To the barn and back,

In a struggle, single-handed, and the trees fell slowly back,
Twenty thousand giants banded ’gainst a solitary jack.

Five years after the old man’s death together we took the track.
I wandered into the nearest pub and I had a drink with Jack.

And help the boys to bring those Ashes back,
We'll waive that rule about the player-writer
So that you may consider using Jack.

We've had our day - 'twill not come back!
But, comrade mine, this much you'll own,
'Tis something to have had it, Jack-

To slap your back,
Lest he forget your name is John,
And call you Jack.

At the same time, I gave a loud warning to Jack:
It was all unavailing, I saw him come sailing
Along as the weaner ran into his track.

Went Tom and Ted and Jack;
From somewhere up in Queensland
The dusty cheques come back:

For acting never hadst the knack.
With stilted bow and Irving stride
Thou tookst the stage, and Jill and Jack

But when the shot's in rack
And her forestay flies the Jack,

As through the tall tussocks rode young Charlie Mac.
What cared he for mists at the dawning of day,
What cared he that over the valley stern “Jack,”

'Urts like one thing. To git sent to the pack
When you 'ave 'ad idears you're ace an' king
An' all the pitcher cards down to the jack