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Say, square an' all—It don't seem right, some'ow,
To say sich things; but wot I'm feelin' now
'As come at times, I s'pose, to uvver men—
When you 'ave 'ad a reel ole ding-dong row,
Say, ain't it bonzer makin' up agen?
Straight wire, it's almost worth… Ar, I'm a cow!
To think I'd ever seek to 'arm a 'air
Of 'er dear 'ead agen! My oath, I swear
No more I'll roust on 'er in angry 'eat!
But still, she never seemed to me so fair;
She never wus so tender or so sweet
As when she smooged beneath the lamplight there.
She's never been so lovin' wiv 'er gaze;
So gentle wiv 'er pretty wimmin's ways.
I tells 'er she's me queen, me angel, too.
"Ah, no, I ain't no angel, Kid," she says.
"I'm jist a woman, an' I loves yeh true!
An' so I'll love yeh all me mortal days!"
She sung a song.… 'Ere, in me barmy style,
I sets orl tarts; for in me hour o' trile
Me soul wus withered be a woman's frown,
An' broodin' care come roostin' on me dile.
She sung a song… Me 'eart, wiv woe carst down,
Wus raised to 'Eaven be a woman's smile.
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