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'T was a maiden lady (the newspapers say) / Pious and prim and a bit gone-gray.
She slept like an angel, holy and white, / Till ten o' the clock in the shank o' the night / (When men and other wild animals prey) / And then she cried in the viewless gloom: / "There's a man in the room, a man in the room!" / And this maiden lady (they make it appear) / Leapt out of the window, five fathom sheer!
Alas, that lying is such a sin / When newspaper men need bread and gin / And none can be had for less than a lie! / For the maiden lady a bit gone-gray / Saw the man in the room from across the way, / And leapt, not out of the window but in -- / "Ten" fathom sheer, as I hope to die!