O When My Darling Cried No Bed Poem by R. Absalom Catarata

o when my darling cried no bed
i took her to the streets
and laid her news and magazines
so she may wet no sheets

o when my darling cried no cars
i mould'd her slippers on
and spill the dusty embers
so she may walk it on

o when my darling cried no more
i lifted her to bed
and shut her dark-forever-sleep
it all remained my head

so when her darling cried no sleep
she took him by her call
and sang the tune of merry hell
and left the dance for all