There was a woman, and she was wise; woefully wise was she;
She was old, so old, yet her years all told were but a score and three;
And she knew by heart, from finish to start, the Book of iniquity.

There is no hope for such as I on earth, nor yet in Heaven;
Unloved I live, unloved I die, unpitied, unforgiven;
Unloved I live, unloved I die, unpitied, unforgiven;
A loathed jade, I ply my trade, unhallowed and unshriven.

I paint my cheeks, for they are white, and cheeks of chalk men hate;

It's cruel cold on the water-front, silent and dark and drear;
Only the black tide weltering, only the hissing snow;
And I, alone, like a storm-tossed wreck, on this night of the glad New Year,
Shuffling along in the icy wind, ghastly and gaunt and slow.

They're playing a tune in McGuffy's saloon, and it's cheery and bright in there
(God! but I'm weak — since the bitter dawn, and never a bite of food);
I'll just go over and slip inside — I mustn't give way to despair —
Perhaps I can bum a little booze if the boys are feeling good.

The Author's Introductory APOLOGY, prefented to D AVID G ARRICK , Esq .

Grant your Pardon — 'tis my Muse,
Her Commands I can't refuse;
Months ago this slippant Jade,
(Still I must love the busy Maid)
Urg'd me with ambitious Speech,
Thus to soar above my Reach;
But of late by Day and Night,
More and more this Lady Spright
Spurs me on — Up-rouse my Bard,
For me if you profess Regard;
Pause no more, with Haste repair,
And court the worthy G ARRICK 's Care:
Under his protecting Wings,
(Of more Avail than Pow'r of Kings)

David-like, Sir, your Love you six on by .
Vertue thus gracing with your dignity.
Declaring of your Love to Godward fixed,
Letting the same with Charity be mixed,
Ever still tender bowels doe possesse,
Yeelding help to the poore and comfortlesse.

None more, great Sir, will trumpet out your fame,
O then poore folks, who when but heard your name,
Running about in every place found forth,
That the Lord North is one of noble worth:
Hy must his Love be needs, who thus below,
Extends his Love a senders heart to show.

I.

Tho' fair Eliza , to conceal
The charming Beauties of her Eyes
Turns to her Spinet , yet we feel,
The fair Eliza can surprise.

II.

She can her Laws on us impose,
And triumph, when she does retreat ;
As Parthians seem to fly their Foes ,
The surer Conquest to compleat.

III.

If in her blooming Looks , sh' appears,
She, thro' the Eyes attacks the Heart ,

Presented to a certain Lady of Quality, upon the Death of her eldest Daughter.

I.

Muse attend, disrob'd of Smiles,
Quit, oh! quit thy sportive Wiles;
'Tis a gloomy, dreary Day,
Now demands a plaintive Lay.

II.

Muse in elegiac Strain,
Sooth a noble Mother's Pain;
Lend thy philosophic Art,
Calm her Grief-distracted Heart.

III.

Pre-ordain'd at very Birth,
To sojourn but a Time on Earth;
Some, are giv'n Length of Date,
Others, snatch'd by early Fate,

IV.

It's O to be in Flanders,
In Flanders,
In Flanders;
It's O to be in Flanders,
Where our brave soldiers are!

With love and hate and hellfire,
And hellfire,
And hellfire;
With love and hate and hellfire,
And sun and moon and star.

Our soldiers fight like devils,
Like devils,
Like devils;
Our soldiers fight like devils,
Then rest a day or two.

The wide-hipped girls of Flanders,
Of Flanders,

Would you lay a pattern on life and say, thus shall ye live?
I tell you that is a denial of life:
I say that thus we pour our spirits in a mould, and they cake, and die ...

Thus, indeed, we become the good and the respectable:
Thus we neither lie nor steal, and we commit neither murder nor adultery:
But truly when I look at the holy ones, the pillars of society,
I am fain to go and get drunk or go talk with publicans and sinners ...

I want to go to the man who quickens me:

Upon a young Woman, who, from her very strong Likeness to a Few-Appearance, about the Eyes, the Author gave the Name of his " Jew's Eye. "

A SONG.

I.

For sprightly Looks and bonny Mein,
Of all the Girls that e'er I've seen,
In Town or Country's fairest Scene,
There's none like fav'rite Jew's Eye .

II.

Such dimpl'd Smiles, and lively Air,
To her what other can compare?
She's ev'ry Thing that's sweet and rare,

Upon a certain conscientious Undertaker, who, in order to promote his own Business, sent an anonymous Letter to a Gentleman who had employ'd one of the same Trade, insinuating the Impositions that Gentleman must expect from an honest Man ; at the same Time modestly pointing out ( by an under-rated Catalogue inclos'd in his Letter ) his own pretended Mode of Charge upon such Occasions .

I.

Who but must praise such honest Truth ,
Such Purity of Heart ;
You take the noblest Means to raise