Share:
  Guess poet | Poets | Poets timeline | Isles | Contacts

Robert W Service - Village VirtueRobert W Service - Village Virtue
Work rating: Medium


Jenny was my first sweetheart; Poor lass! she was none too smart. Though I swore she`d never rue it, She would never let me do it. When I tried she made a fuss, So damn pure and virtuous. Girls should cozen all they can, Use their wiles to get their man. June, my second, was no prude; Too good-looking to be good; Wanton and a giddy-gadder, Never knew who might have had her; Kept me mad and jumping jealous, Tempting all the other fellows Like a wayside flower to pluck her: So at last I had to chuck her. Now I`m settled down with Jill, And we`re safely married still. She began to wail and worry, So we wedded in a hurry. Well, it`s quite all right that way - We`re all made of common clay, And the grey-haired folk that bore us Just as wanton were before us. June, I hear, now lives in London Where, I fear, she`s sadly undone. Jenny, still as virtuous Missed the matrimonial bus, Where our "first" set gossips buzzin` Jill and I now have a dozen, Ready in their turn to prove There`s no chastity in love. June, so fickle and so fair, Common was as barber`s chair; Jill provides me with good grub, Lets me go nights to the pub. Though her silver hairs are many, One eve I might call on Jenny . . . She may not need too much urging: Must be hell to die a virgin.
Source

The script ran 0.001 seconds.