Polly Dibbs
Mrs Dibbs - Polly Dibbs, Standing at a tub,
Washing other people's clothes - Rub-Rub-Rub.
Poor, old, skinny arms White with soapy foam -At night she takes her shabby hat And goes off home.
Mrs Dibbs - Polly Dibbs - Is not very rich.
She goes abroad all day to scrub, And home at night to stitch.
She wears her shabby hat awry, Perched on a silly comb;
And people laugh at Polly Dibbs As she goes home.
Mrs Dibbs - Mother Dibbs - Growing very old,
Says, "it's a hard world!" And sniffs and drats the cold.
She says it is a cruel world, A weary world to roam.
But God will smile on Polly Dibbs When she goes Home.
C J Dennis
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