Sal.

Tuapeka Times, Volume XVIII, Issue 1183, 26 September 1885, Page 6

Sal.

Her? Why, that's Sal! {She's my pah— Real grit to me I Not very pretty ? More's the pity For them as can'J see. Hands rough and hard? Face seamed and scarred ? What do I care, When all the good In womanhood Gleams at me there 1 Why, man, I say— And who'll dare speak nay ?— tsue's fairest of fair — Aye, f aireat of fair 1 There, no offenc9 l 'Cause you've no Eense, Why Bbouiai mind? Sit jou down, man, And, if I can, I'll prove you blind : Make you see far Under each sear — Show you the glory, The beauty, the grace, Hid in her face 1 — Come, here's the story ; Five years gone by _ I v?a3 & lie, A Ecatnp— no less 1 Holding it fair To love here, there, Fsn, Nan, or Bess ; Making love lightly, Loving none rightly, As you may guess ) Well, 'mong the resi, I loved two best — Or so folks thought—* One of 'em Sal, As good a gal As heart e'er sought ; The other Jean, Fair as a queen To outward sight, Bnt black- within, Black with all sin— Black as the night. One dark, dark day, Inhateful way, I jilted Sal 1 Bad her good-bye : "Td in my eye ' A prettier gal ; " She raved then at me ? Not she I " God bless you, Ned ; God guard your life 1 God bless your wife 1 " Was all she aaid. Well, I waa mad That day, and bjd, And so I said, When mates were by, ThatSaUndl ' Would soon be wed, The news soon spread ; Jean quickly heard, Said not a word, Seemed stricken dumb : Then, full of hate, Stole hers to wait For me to come, And when I stood In hardihood - Jnst by her side, - 14 Take that 1" eha '.cried ; You never shall see Your wife to be, You our and liar I" Bat &s she cast The liquid fire, Sal, brave Sal, pasaed Between us there, And .... there, you know Why it is so— • Why Sal's not fair To outward show, Why hands are hard, Face seamed and eoarred" Why .... I'm a our, But as for her — Man, she's c prize 1 Not pretty her faco ? Why, heaven's grace Beams in her eyes 1 ■ All that is kind, All — never mind, No more of this ! Hi 1 wife there, Sal, Come here, old gal, Give us a kiss I George Weaxbebly.