It's all for nothing:
I've lost im now. I suppose it ad to be: But oh I never thought it of im, Nor e never thought it of me. And all for a kiss on your evening out An a field where the grass was down… And e as gone to God-knows-where, And I may go on the town. The worst of all was the thing e said The night that e went away: He said e'd a married me right enough If I adn't a been so gay. Me, gay!
When I'd cried, and I'd asked him not, But e said e loved me so; An whatever e wanted seemed right to me… An how was a girl to know? Well, the river is deep, and drowned folk sleep sound, An it might be the best to do; But when he made me a light-o-love He made me a mother too. I've ad enough sin to last my time, If twas sin as I got it by, But it aint no sin to stand by his kid An work for it till I die. But oh the long days and the death-long nights When I feel it move and turn, And cry alone in my single bed And count what a girl can earn To buy the baby the bits of things He ought to a bought, by rights; And wonder whether e thinks of Us… And if e sleeps sound o' nights.
