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I HAVE promised to tell you the story of how I was left alone / Sick and wounded and sore, and why the woman is gone / That I deemed a part of my life. Tell me when all is told, / If you deem it fit that the earth, that the world of men should hold / My work and my weariness still; yet think of that other life, / The child of me and of her, and the years and the coming strife.
After I came out of prison our living was hard to earn / By the work of my hands, and of hers; to shifts we had to turn, / Such as the poor know well, and the rich cannot understand, / And just out of the gutter we stood, still loving and hand in hand.