Cryin’, dear, won’t move the jailer,
Won’t make him unlock the door;
Use some rouge, you’re lookin’ paler;
I’ve been in these raids before.
Dozen times, I guess, they nailed me
When they used to have a line;
Ward boss always came and bailed me—
Sometimes even paid my fine.
Never mind that “Press” sob-sister,
Dry your eyes and play the game—