The Raft

by Coningsby Dawson

For I ain’t what you thought me—

I ain’t so ‘igh and so ‘aughty, my dear.

But there’s right times for lovin’,

And cooin’ and dovin’,

And wrong ways of flirtin’

That’s woundin’ and hurtin’—

I’m a lydy, d’you hear?

But just under the neck,

Peck ever so softly—

I allow that, my dear.