Liza

'L IZA'S old man 's perhaps a little shady ,
'Liza's old woman 's prone to booze and cringe;
But 'Liza deems herself a perfect lady ,
And proves it in her feathers and her fringe.
For 'Liza has a bloke her heart to cheer,
With pearlies and a barrer and a jack ,
So all the vegetables of the year
Are duly represented on her back.
Her boots are sacrifices to her hats,
Which knock you speechless— like a load of bricks !
Her summer velvets dazzle Wanstead Flats,
And cost, at times, a good eighteen-and-six.
 Withal, outside the gay and giddy whirl,
 'Liza's a stupid, straight, hard-working girl.
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