Classic Poem

Christina don't daintily dress,
Christina don't giggle an' gush.
She ain't got a dollar, I guess;
Christina slings hash for her cush.
She sweats in the dinin'-room rush;
She scolds now an' then more or less;
She's boss of the boardin'-house mess
An' rassles the coffee an' mush.

But where can you show me the dame
That has such a hold on a chap?
There isn't a guy in the game
But jumps when she gives him a slap.
She's queen of the White River map;
She sets all the mill-crew aflame;
For her all the scrappers are tame;
For her all the cowards'll scrap.

Christina has blue in her eyes,
Christina has red in her hair;
It wouldn't cause any su'prise
If maybe she happened to swear.
But noodle? Christina is there;
She's sized up the whole of the guys.
Christina is decent an' wise;
Christina has gingham to wear.

Christina, some female in town
Would pity your lot, if she knew.
She wouldn't think much of your gown,
Think less of the work that you do.
She'd smile at your gingham of blue;
She'd laugh at your calico brown.
But you can look up an' not down —
Christina, my hat's off to you!