'No. I don't ask her.'
'No. I warrant, no.
She's one to get a young fool in her clutch,
And you're a fool to let her trap you so.
She love you? She? O Jimmy, let her go;
I was so happy, dear, before she came,
And now I'm going to the grave in shame.
I bore you, Jimmy, in this very room.
For fifteen years I got you all you had,
You were my little son, made in my womb,