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You 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!
Nice while it lasted, an' now it is over -- / Tear out your 'eart an' good-bye to your lover! / What's the use o' grievin', when the mother that bore you / (Mary, pity women! ) knew it all before you?