Here are some of Charlie Chadwick’s own poems, not previously published.

 

I will introduce them gradually over the coming weeks of ‘Norway in 1938’, to break the monotony of wind and rain, but will generally publish on the website on Wednesdays.

 

We Three  

 

There’s Tom and I, and ‘Blackberry Joe’

          Cyclists keen are we;

Bachelor boys of the Rolling Wheel

True to the game as tempered steel -

          Rollicking Mudlarks Three!

 

Sailors talk of the rolling deep,

          Singing songs of the sea;

But yo-ho-ho for the Open Road

Defy we will what wind e’er blowed

          Stamp on ‘em, Mudlarks Three!

 

There’s a gale on the road today boys,

          Floods on the river Dee;

Then gales we’ll face and floods we’ll brave,

What care we if tempests rave?

          Into it, Mudlarks Three!

 

The rain it raineth every day,

          Drenching ceaselessly,

We care not a jot for all the rain,

That ever fell on moor or plain

          Down to it, Mudlarks Three!

 

So here’s to the grand old cycling game,

          And here’s to the CTC;

And here’s to the wind and rain and snow

And Tom and I and ‘Blackberry Joe’-

          Rollicking Mudlarks Three

 

New Year Tour 1926