She was poor .... (Dickie's song)

 

 

She was poor, but she was honest
   Victim of a rich man’s whim
First he loved her then he left her
   And she had a child by him

 

 

'Eedless of 'er Mother's warning
   Up to London she 'ad gone
Yearning for the bright lights gleaming
    'Eedless of temp-ta-shy-on

 

It's the same the whole world over
   It's the poor what gets the blame
It's the rich what gets the pleasure
   Ain't it all a bloomin' shame?

 

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

 

 

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

 

 

See 'er on the bridge at midnight
   She says "Farewell, blighted love"
There's a scream, a splash......Good 'eavens!
   What is she a-doing of?

 


It's the same the whole world over
It's the poor what gets the blame
It's the rich what gets the pleasure
Ain't it all a bloomin' shame?

 

Alternate versus (sung after Dickie had finished)

 

See her on the bridge at midnight,
   Throwing snowballs at the moon,
She said, "sir, I've never had it,"
   But she spoke too f***ing soon.

 

Standing on the bridge at midnight,
   Picking blackheads from her crotch,
She said, "Sir, I've never had it,"
    He said, "No, not f***ing much."