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Ballads and Lyrics of Socialism 1883-1908 . Nesbit, E. (Edith), 1858–1924.
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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.
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  • 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.
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