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Edith Nesbit - In Trouble
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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.
    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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