“MARY, PITY WOMEN!”

You call yourself a man,

For all you used to swear,

An’ leave me, as you can,

My certain shame to bear?

I‘ ear! You do not care —

You done the worst you know.

I‘ ate you, grinnin’ there....

Ah, Gawd, I love you so!

Nice while it lasted, an’ now it is over —

Tear out your‘ eart an’ good-bye to your lover!

What's the use o’ grievin’, when the mother that bore you

( Mary, pity women! ) knew it all before you?

It are n't no false alarm,

The finish to your fun;

You — you‘ ave brung the‘ arm,

An’ I'm the ruined one;

An’ now you'll off an’ run

With some new fool in tow.

Your‘ eart? You‘ ave n't none....

Ah, Gawd, I love you so!

When a man is tired there is naught will bind‘ im;

All‘ e solemn promised‘ e will shove be'ind‘ im.

What's the good o’ prayin’ for The Wrath to strike‘ im,

( Mary, pity women! ) when the rest are like‘ im?

What‘ ope for me or — it?

What's left for us to do?

I've walked with men a bit,

But this — but this is you!

So‘ elp me Christ, it's true!

Where can I‘ ide or go?

You coward through an’ through!...

Ah, Gawd, I love you so!

All the more you give‘ em the less are they for givin’!

Love lies dead, an’ you can not kiss‘ im livin’.

Down the road‘ e led you there is no returnin’,

( Mary, pity women! ) but you're late in learnin’.

You'd like to treat me fair?

You can n't, because we're pore?

We'd starve? What do I care!

We might, but this is shore:

I want the name — no more —

The name, an’ lines to show,

An’ not to be an‘ ore....

Ah, Gawd, I love you so!

What's the good o’ pleadin’, when the mother that bore you

( Mary, pity women! ) knew it all before you?

Sleep on‘ is promises an’ wake to your sorrow,

( Mary, pity women! ) for we sail to-morrow!