Matin Bells and Scarlet and Gold By "F. Harald Williams"[i.e. F. W. O. Ward]. First Edition |
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OUR SAL. |
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OUR SAL.
She is little but talking and tatters
And oaths,
In her clothes
That for her are too big and strange matters,
And tied up with string
Just to keep out the weather,
Though scarcely they cling
In their fragments together;
Ah, a funny old gal
But at bottom a brick
Is our Sal,
If she seems such a cussed queer stick.
And oaths,
In her clothes
That for her are too big and strange matters,
And tied up with string
Just to keep out the weather,
Though scarcely they cling
In their fragments together;
Ah, a funny old gal
But at bottom a brick
Is our Sal,
If she seems such a cussed queer stick.
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Through the courts of the Gentiles and Jewry
She tears,
When she swears
And breaks out in her petticoat fury;
She's grayhaired and grim,
Draggle-tailed and a Tartar—
God have mercy on him
She selected as a martyr!
But, if wanted a pal
In a moment of need,
Try our Sal
Whom I warrant a stunner indeed.
She tears,
When she swears
And breaks out in her petticoat fury;
She's grayhaired and grim,
Draggle-tailed and a Tartar—
God have mercy on him
She selected as a martyr!
But, if wanted a pal
In a moment of need,
Try our Sal
Whom I warrant a stunner indeed.
You may sometimes see her at a crossing
In mire,
All on fire
For your alms that she seeks without glossing;
Thin, threadbare and gaunt,
With her stertorous stammer,
She parries a taunt
By an oath like a hammer;
She must live, and she shall
Though by begging and luck,
For our Sal
Has a place upon earth like the muck.
In mire,
All on fire
For your alms that she seeks without glossing;
Thin, threadbare and gaunt,
With her stertorous stammer,
She parries a taunt
By an oath like a hammer;
She must live, and she shall
Though by begging and luck,
For our Sal
Has a place upon earth like the muck.
The policemen are shy of her bitter
Plain speech,
And they each
Find a quieter neighbourhood fitter;
But trust me, her lips
Can frame womanly blessings,
And souls in eclipse
Often feel her caressings.
Valeat quantum val.!
But beneath the top layer
Of our Sal,
You may dig down to something like prayer.
Plain speech,
And they each
Find a quieter neighbourhood fitter;
But trust me, her lips
Can frame womanly blessings,
And souls in eclipse
Often feel her caressings.
Valeat quantum val.!
But beneath the top layer
Of our Sal,
You may dig down to something like prayer.
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