She Was Poor But She Was Honest
She was poor but she was honest
Pure unstained was her name
Till the local squire came courtin'
And the poor girl lost her name !
Its the same the whole world over
Its a shame a wretched shame
Its the rich what gets the pleasures
And the poor who gets the blame!
In that rich man's arms she fluttered
Like a bird with a broken wing
First he loved her, then he left her
And the poor girl got no ring.
In a rose embowered cottage
Where her ancient parents live
Sipping Guinness that she sent them
But they never can forgive !
See that squire in the House of Commons
Making Laws to put down crime
While the victim of his passions
Crawls away to hide her shame !
See that girl outside the poor house
Selling matches by the box
While that squire from society
Hands out doses of the pox!
So she ran away to London
For to hide her grief and shame
But she met another squire
And she lost her name again!