She Is Overheard Singing


  Oh, Prue she has a patient man,
    And Joan a gentle lover,
  And Agatha's Arth' is a hug-the-hearth,β€”
    But my true love's a rover!
  Mig, her man's as good as cheese
    And honest as a briar,
  Sue tells her love what he's thinking of,β€”
    But my dear lad's a liar!
  Oh, Sue and Prue and Agatha
    Are thick with Mig and Joan!
  They bite their threads and shake their heads
    And gnaw my name like a bone;
  And Prue says, "Mine's a patient man,
    As never snaps me up,"
  And Agatha, "Arth' is a hug-the-hearth,
    Could live content in a cup;"
  Sue's man's mind is like good jellβ€”
    All one colour, and clearβ€”
  And Mig's no call to think at all
    What's to come next year,
  While Joan makes boast of a gentle lad,
    That's troubled with that and this;β€”
  But they all would give the life they live
    For a look from the man I kiss!
  Cold he slants his eyes about,
    And few enough's his choice,β€”
  Though he'd slip me clean for a nun, or a queen,
    Or a beggar with knots in her voice,β€”
  And Agatha will turn awake
    While her good man sleeps sound,
  And Mig and Sue and Joan and Prue
    Will hear the clock strike round,
  For Prue she has a patient man,
    As asks not when or why,
  And Mig and Sue have naught to do
    But peep who's passing by,
  Joan is paired with a putterer
    That bastes and tastes and salts,
  And Agatha's Arth' is a hug-the-hearth,β€”
    But my true love is false!


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