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IT'S THE SYME THE WIDE WORLD OVER, by                    
Last Line: Ayn't it all a bloody shyme!
Subject(s): Poverty;wealth; Riches;fortunes


It's the syme the wide world over;
It's the poor gets all the blyme,
While the rich gets all the gryvy.
Ayn't it all a bloody shyme?
She was a parson's daughter;
Pure unstyned was 'er fyme,
Till the county squire cyme courtin'
And the poor girl lorst 'er nyme.
So she went aw'y to Lunnon,
Just to 'ide 'er guilty shyme;
There she met an Army chaplain;
Onst ag'in she lorst 'er nyme.
'Ear 'im as 'e jaws the Tommies,
Warnin' of the flymes of 'ell,
With 'er 'ole 'eart she had trusted,
But ag'in in sin she's fell.
So she settled down in Lunnon,
Sinkin' deeper in 'er shyme,
Till she met a lybor leader,
And ag'in she lorst 'er nyme.
See 'im in the 'ouse of Commons,
Mykin' laws to put down crime,
While the poor girl that 'e's ruined
Wanders on through mud and slime.
Then there cyme a bloated bishop;
Marriage was the tyle 'e told,
There was no one else to tyke 'er,
So she sold 'er soul for gold.
See 'er in 'er 'orse and carriage,
Drivin' d'ily through the park,
Though she's myde a wealthy marriage
Still she 'ides a brykin' 'eart.
In their poor and 'umble dwelling,
There 'er grievin' parents live,
Drinkin' champyne as she's sent 'em,
But they never can forgive.
It's the syme the wide world over,
It's the poor gets all the blyme,
While the rich gets all the clover.
Ayn't it all a bloody shyme!






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