She Was Poor But She Was Honest

Album: various (1880)
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  • She was poor but she was honest
    though she came from humble stock
    And her honest heart was beating
    Underneath her tattered frock

    But the rich man saw her beauty
    She knew not his base design
    And he took her to a hotel
    And bought her a small port wine

    It's the same the whole world over
    It's the poor what gets the blame
    It's the rich what gets the pleasure
    Isn't it a blooming shame?

    In the rich man's arms she fluttered
    Like a bird with a broken wing
    But he loved her and he left her
    Now she hasn't got no ring

    Time has flown - outcast and homeless
    In the street she stands and says
    While the snowflakes fall around her
    'Won't you buy my bootlaces'

    It's the same the whole world over
    It's the poor what gets the blame
    It's the rich what gets the pleasure
    Isn't it a blooming shame?

    Standing on the bridge at midnight
    She says 'Farewell blighted love!'
    There's a scream a splash good 'eavens!
    What is she a doing of?

    Soon they dragged her from the river
    Water from her clothes they wrang
    They all thought that she was drownded
    But the corpse got up and sang:

    It's the same the whole world over
    It's the poor what gets the blame
    It's the rich what gets the pleasure
    Isn't it a blooming shame?

    She was poor but she was honest
    Victim of a rich man's game
    First he loved her then he left her
    And she lost her maiden name

    Then she ran away to London
    For to hide her grief and shame
    There she met an Army captain
    And she lost her name again

    It's the same the whole world over
    It's the poor what gets the blame
    It's the rich what gets the pleasure
    Isn't it a blooming shame?

    See him riding in a carriage
    Past the gutter where she stands
    He has made a stylish marriage
    While she wrings her ringless hands

    See him there at the theatre
    In the front row with the best
    While the girl that he has ruined
    Entertains a sordid guest

    It's the same the whole world over
    It's the poor what gets the blame
    It's the rich what gets the pleasure
    Isn't it a blooming shame?

    See her on the bridge at midnight
    Crying "Farewell blighted love"
    Then a scream a splash and Goodness!
    What is she a-doing of?

    When they dragged her from the river
    Water from her clothes they wrung
    Though they thought that she was drown
    Still her corpse got up and sung:

    It's the same the whole world over
    It's the poor what gets the blame
    It's the rich what gets the pleasure
    Isn't it a blooming shame? Lyrics from a song in Public Domain

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