In Trouble

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.