And full of shudders as she yearned to him.
Jim crossed the water, cursing in his tears,
'By cripes, you wait. My God, he's with her now
And all her hair pulled down over her ears;
Loving the blaggard like a filthy sow,
I saw her kiss him from the apple bough.
They say a whore is always full of wiles,
O God, how sweet her eyes are when she smiles.
Curse her and curse her. No, my God, she's sweet,
It's all a helly nightmare. I shall wake.