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Ole Mother Moon 'oo yanks 'er beamin' dile / Acrost the sky when we've grown sick o' day, / She's like some fat ole Jane 'oo loves to smile / On all concerned, an' smooth our faults away; / An', like a woman, tries to 'ide again / The sores an' scars crool day 'as made too plain.
To all the earth she gives the soft glad-eye; / She picks no fav'rits in this world o' men; / She peeps in nooks, where 'appy lovers sigh, / To make their job more bonzer still; an' then, / O'er Spadger's Lane she waves a podgy 'and, / An' turns the scowlin' slums to Fairyland.