“She Did Her Bit, She Played Her Part”

ANNIE ROSE
Annie Rose Smith of Bethnal Green
Couldn’t care less what Life should mean;
Didn’t use her Mental Powers
Mulling over the passing hours;
Didn’t believe it was her Station
Spending her time in Cogitation.
Worked in the City with Needle and Thread,
Sewing fine seams for her Daily Bread.
Sewing fine seams for not much pay;
That’s how it was, in her Day.
Stitch for the Rich, make silken dresses;
Saturday Night she’d comb her Tresses,
Put on Glad Rags, Ribbons and all;
She was going to Wilton Hall.
Wilton Hall with Marie Lloyd,
Johnny the Clown, and Murgatroyd.
When an Act was finished, in between
She’d parade with a friend, to see and be seen,
Displaying all her pretty curls
For Right-Looking Boys with eyes for the Girls.
Nineteen Eighteen, World War One,
Soldiers on Leave, out for fun.
An Aussie Boy was he whom Fate
Had singled out to be her Mate.

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