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Rh An' now you'll off an' run

With some new fool in tow.

Your 'eart? You 'aven't none. . ..

Ah, Gawd, I love you so!

What 'ope for me or—it?

What's left for us to do?

I've walked with men a bit,

But this—but this is you.

So 'elp me Christ, it's true!

Where can I 'ide or go?

You coward through and through! . ..

Ah, Gawd, I love you so!