by Arthur Stringer
Y E'LL find two kinds av wimmen, lad,
When ye have aged a bit;
And faix, they're all not good nor bad —
And that's the worst av it!
Ye'll find some wimmen longin' so
For love, lad, if ye would!
Ye know it well, and whilst ye know
Ye can't, and niver could!
And some ye'll kiss who sthill stay cold;
Aye, thim who might and won't —
And thim ye'd walk through Hell to hold,
And love, because they don't!
Last updated January 14, 2019