Beef-tea! She treats me like a hinvaleed!
Me! that 'as caused 'er lovin' 'eart to bleed.
It 'urts me worse than maggin' fer a week!
'Er! 'oo 'ad right to turn dead sour on me,
Fergives like that, an' feeds me wif beef-tea…
I tries to speak;
An' then—I ain't ashamed o' wot I did—
I 'ides me face… an' blubbers like a kid.
