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"No," sez me conscience. Then I thinks, "Why not?
An' buy 'er presents if I wins a pot?"
A blazin' fool
I wus. Fer 'arf a mo' I 'as a fight;
Then conscience skies the wipe… Sez I "Orright."
Ten minutes later I wus back once more,
Kip in me 'and, on Steeny Isaacs' floor,
Me luck wus in an' I wus 'eadin' good.
Yes, back agen amongst the same ole crew!
An' orl the time down in me 'eart I knew
I never should…
Nex' thing I knows it's after two o'clock—
Two in the mornin'! An' I've done me block!
"Wot odds?" I thinks." I'm in fer it orright."
An' so I stops an' gambles orl the night;
An' bribes me conscience wiv the gilt I wins.
But when I comes out in the cold, 'ard dawn
I know I've crooled me pitch; me soul's in pawn.
Me flamin' sins
They 'its me in a 'eap right where I live;
Fer I 'ave broke the solim vow I give.
She never magged; she never said no word.
An' when I speaks, it seems she never 'eard.
I could 'a' sung a nim, I feels so gay!
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