The Same The Whole World Over
She was just a parson's daughter,
Pure unstained was her name,
Till a country squire came courting
And the poor girl lost her name.
It's the same the whole world over,
It's the poor what gets the blame,
While the rich gets all the pleasure,
Ain't it a blooming shame.
See him with his hounds and horses,
Drinking champagne in his club,
While the victim of his pleasures
Drinks her Guinness in a pub.
Then she ran away to London
Just to hide her bleeding shame,
But a labor leader found her
And the poor girl lost her name.
See him in the House of Commons
Passing laws to put down crime,
While the victim of his pleasures
Walks the streets at night in shyme.
Then there came a wealthy landlord,
Marriage was the tale he told,
She had no one else to take her
So she sold her soul for gold.
In a cottage down in Sussex,
There her grieving parents live,
Drinking champagne that she sends them,
But they never will forgive.
- Oscar Brand
Bawdy Songs and Backroom Ballads: Volume 2
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