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Posted By: Q (Frank Staplin)
16-Oct-11 - 05:22 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: She Was Poor (Same The Whole World Over)
Subject: Lyr Add: SHE WAS POOR BUT SHE WAS HONEST
SHE WAS POOR BUT SHE WAS HONEST
Coll. by Robert Gordon, 1923
She was poor but she was honest,
Victim of a village crime,
Of the squire's guilty passion
And she lost her own good nyme.
Then she went right up to Lunnon
For to hide her ghastly shyme,
And she met another squire,
And she lost her nyme agayne.
She was poor but she was foolish,
Victim of a rich man's whim,
He seduced her, then he left her,
She'd a little child by him.
You'll find her in the theayter,
See her sitting in the stalls,
And at home an hour lyter,
Plying with some strynger's balls.
You'll see her in her limoosin
In the park, and people say
All the squires and nobby people
Stop to pass the time of day.
In a quiet country cottage,
There her aged parents live,
Drinking the champagne that she sends them
But they never can forgive.
You will find her in the gutter
Selling matches by the box.
For a tanner you can up her
Ten to one you get the pox.
See him passing in his carriage
With his fyce all wreathed in smiles.
See her sitting on the pyvement
Which is bloody bad for pyles.
See him passing to the Commons,
Making laws for rich and pore.
See her walking of [sic] the pyvements,
Nothing but a bloody whore.
It's the syme the whole world over,
It's the poor they always blyme,
And the rich, they takes their pleasures.
Isn't it a bloody shyme?
Pp. 129-130, with brief musical score, Ed Cray, Second Edition, The Erotic Muse, American Bawdy Songs, Univ. of Illinois Press.