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 'MARY, PITY WOMEN!'

call yourself a man,

For all you used to swear,

An' leave me, as you can,

My certain shame to bear?

I 'ear! You do not care—

You done the worst you know.

I 'ate you, grinnin' there. . ..

Ah, Gawd, I love you so!

It are'nt no false alarm,

The finish to your fun;

You—you 'ave brung the 'arm,

An' I'm the ruined one;