Did I tewll you I enjoyed this grassy? well sustained throughout and well
placed in its period, I thought. Good-o.
Cheers,
Frank
The Tales of Faust poetry page can be found at:
http://www.hotkey.net.au/~flp/F_index.htm
>
> Sally's song
>
>Sally sits on the arse of the day,
>her slammerkinn ribbons all astray,
>blue in her hair, red round her throat,
>smelling the cullies as high as a goat.
>
>The London road brought Sally down
>into the grey and gaggling town,
>away from the fields and the delving cold,
>
>into the capital, twelve years old.
>Smile now, Sally, don't you frown,
>though the streets aren't paved with gold.
>
>Your Ma is dead, your Pa's a sot.
>Feel in your stocking for what you've got.
>Your petticoats hide such tight young meat
>
>so sell it while it's hot and sweet.
>Another punter, and God willing,
>another dance, another shilling.
>
>Raw gin makes your stomach lurch.
>Let's go down to Tyburn Hill
>to see the robbers dangling still.
>
>In satin slippers trip by the church.
>Lace your gown to make cocks swell
>and paint your lips as red as Hell.
>
>Blue in her hair, red round her throat,
>smelling the cullies high as a goat,
>her slammerkin ribbons all astray.
>Sally sits on the arse of the day.
>
> grasshopper
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