In Trouble

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.