Money for mother crying herself blind.
After that night he came to Anna's call,
He was a fly in Anna's subtle weavings,
Mother had no more share in him at all;
All that the mother had was Anna's leavings.
There were more lies, more lockets, more deceivings,
Taunts from the proud old woman, lies from him,
And Anna's coo of 'Cruel. Leave her, Jim.'
Also the foreman spoke: 'You make me sick,
You come-day-go-day-God-send-plenty-beer.