Well, that was just the prologue. On we go, with:
Canto the First
Saturday evening, eighteen-ninety-two
I’m up on the roof wit’ Danny and Lou.
Down at Miss Betty’s, they’ve started a queue
She’s got a new girl, they say her name’s Sue.
I pass Dan the wink, an’ pull out my line
That gentleman’s ‘at, it sure do look fine.
A flick o’ my wrist, an’ that topper’s mine.
Amazin’, what you can do with some twine.
The mug looks around, but can’t find his ‘at
An’ he and his neighbour begin to spat.
They start in to fight, but trip on the cat
They really oughtern’t behave bad like that.
The others in line, they’re gettin’ quite mad
They tell Mister No-‘at ‘e is a cad.
It starts lookin’ warm, an’ that makes me glad
'Cause in a nice spat, there’s pelf to be had.
But it dies down quick, they don’t want a fight
They’re here for some fun, an’ most of 'em tight.
Miss Betty is gonna make piles tonight
While all of the men sample Sue’s delight.
Beats workin’, I guess, though I don’t see why
All of Miss Betty’s girls constantly cry.
I hear 'em say with a soft little sigh
That maybe their knight will come by and by.
Now, don’t get me wrong, them girls is happy
It’s just, bein’ girls, they’re kind o’ sappy.
They always laugh when out with their chappie
Lessen’, that is, they made him a pappy.
Well, life is hard, an’ a girl’s got to eat
At least they don’t get cow shit on their feet.
Miss Betty won’t ever let them get beat
By some drunken lout gone mad with the heat.
They got a roof, an’ a fire, an’ a bed
A guaranteed place to lay down their ‘ead.
They’d be walkin’ the streets alone instead
An’ beggin’ a crust for their daily bread.
She gives ‘em dresses, an’ nice jewels, too
O’course they’re paste, but they shine just like new.
The work ain’t hard, though I guess there’s a few
Who think it’s nasty an’ sinful to do.
They’re most of them nice, though, they give me sweets
When they’re promenadin’ out in the streets.
An’ one of 'em likes this poet named Keats
I think he’s sissy, but she thinks he’s neat.
Karen’s ‘er name, an’ she’s pretty an’ nice.
The chaps all agree that she’s worth the price.
She’s a good sport when she loses at dice.
'As a cat named Frank ‘cause she’s scared o’ mice.
She knows how to read, an’ even write, too!
An’ likes to wear clothes of yellow an’ blue.
A chap ast her why she does what she do
"Just lucky," she said, with a little coo.
She can make you laugh, she’s a jolly sort.
Truth to tell, she is a bit fond o’ port.
She’s always ready for all kinds o’ sport
An’ when I grow up, she’ll be my consort.
Now, don’t you dare laugh, it ain’t so funny
‘Cause someday soon, I’ll have lots o’ money.
I’ll buy her rings an’ prisoner’s honey.
'An we’ll ‘ave a boy an’ name him Sonny.
An’ he’ll know his Dad, and he’ll love his Mum
An’ never forget the place he come from.
I’ll buy him a horn, an’ mebbe a drum
An’ he’ll never be lackin’ for a crumb.
That’s in the future, but now it is time
To sell off this loverly ‘at o’ mine.
Out there in the street, they still stand in line
Miss Betty an’ Karen an’ all are fine.
Miss Betty is old, she’s thirty or more
But her boyfriends number more than a score.
They come to the house an’ knock on the door
An’ after they leave, they’re all pretty poor.
She makes lots o’ blunt, but blows it on booze
Her "disorderly house" stays in the news
When the coppers come, she doesn’t refuse
But just lets 'em have the girl that they choose.
The Enforcers, though, they don’t care for quail
An’ try as she might, she can’t make a sale.
It’s money they want, an’ that without fail
An’ that’s when Miss Betty seems kind o’ frail.
She stumps it up, she don’t hurt for ready
But after they leave, she looks unsteady.
I don’t blame her, you don’t mess with Neddy
But mebbe I said enuff already.
edited by Michile on 11/26/2015