Jealousy - Poem by Radclyffe Hall
I see'd yer turn the other day
To watch a chap go by,
Because he wore a uniform,
And held his shoulders high.
And then yer wouldn't even smile.
Or say a word to I !
A kid he was, all pink and white,
And strutting like a chick,
A tassel at his silly side.
And carrying a stick.
And yet yer thought the world o' him.
And started breathin' quick—
The same as when I kissed yer first,
Oh ! maybe you forget !
But you was desperate sweet on I,
I mind yer blushes yet.
But now yer says me hands are rough.
Me coat will never set.
Me hands they bean't lily white,
Me coat may not be trim,
But you may know, if fightin' comes,
I'll fight as well as him,
Although they pad his shoulders out
To make his waist look slim.
I haven't got no buttons on
A showy coat of red ;
I haven't got no soldier's cap
To wear upon me head.
But I can love yer just the same.
When all be done and said !
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