I am nothing to them, they are nothing to me.
And Sue—yes, she will forget me too,
I know; already her tears are drying.
I believe there is nothing that girl can do
So easy as laughing, and lying, and crying.
She clung to me while there was hope,
Then broke her heart in that last wild sob;
But she ain’t going to sit and mope
While I am at work on a five years’ job.
They’ll set me to learning a trade, no doubt,