You call yourself a man, For all you used to swear, An’ leave me, as you can, My certain shame to bear?
I‘ ear! You do not care — You done the worst you know. I‘ ate you, grinnin’ there.... Ah, Gawd, I love you so!
Nice while it lasted, an’ now it is over — Tear out your‘ eart an’ good-bye to your lover! What's the use o’ grievin’, when the mother that bore you ( Mary, pity women! ) knew it all before you?
It are n't no false alarm, The finish to your fun; You — you‘ ave brung the‘ arm, An’ I'm the ruined one;
An’ now you'll off an’ run With some new fool in tow. Your‘ eart? You‘ ave n't none.... Ah, Gawd, I love you so!
When a man is tired there is naught will bind‘ im; All‘ e solemn promised‘ e will shove be'ind‘ im. What's the good o’ prayin’ for The Wrath to strike‘ im, ( Mary, pity women! ) when the rest are like‘ im?
What‘ ope for me or — it? What's left for us to do? I've walked with men a bit, But this — but this is you!
So‘ elp me Christ, it's true! Where can I‘ ide or go? You coward through an’ through!... Ah, Gawd, I love you so!
All the more you give‘ em the less are they for givin’! Love lies dead, an’ you can not kiss‘ im livin’. Down the road‘ e led you there is no returnin’, ( Mary, pity women! ) but you're late in learnin’.
You'd like to treat me fair? You can n't, because we're pore? We'd starve? What do I care! We might, but this is shore:
I want the name — no more — The name, an’ lines to show, An’ not to be an‘ ore.... Ah, Gawd, I love you so!
What's the good o’ pleadin’, when the mother that bore you ( Mary, pity women! ) knew it all before you? Sleep on‘ is promises an’ wake to your sorrow, ( Mary, pity women! ) for we sail to-morrow!
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