Classic Poem

Don't heed your mother. When I've gone
And left you, Betty, all alone;
If neighbours start to flout and jeer,
Just flout them back again, my dear;
Write me a line to say you're well
And try and keep respectable.

I hope that soon you'll richer be
Than when you shared your lot with me.
But money now is hardly earned,
So mind and leave no stone unturned.
Not much remains, I'm sore afraid,
When food is bought and rent is paid.

There's one thing more. Pray don't get wild
Or interfere, if you're with child.
A boy, they say, his father knows
When once into the world he goes.
And so good-bye! Perhaps you'll send
Some clothes to
Tom,
Your loving friend.