Down by the river-front, beside the docks, Susie scrubs in a quick lunch bummer's hole. She steals the money from the cashier's box, Being too ugly now to steal his soul. Susie's a used-up whiskey-dyed old shoddy -- Once she drew encores in the cabarets And sculptors sought her for her lovely body, So she did posing on her vacant days. Now when she shuffles past the wharves to work The sailors when they see her turn away And some make jokes at her Saint Vitus jerk And others give her nickels from their pay. Yet there's a bronze nymph in a museum room That Susie posed for when she was in bloom. |