Original Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume X, Issue 3353, 20 September 1879, Page 3

Original Poetry.

■_,„. .. f ; J ' )jfc ■ THE WOMAN PLAYS THE DEEVIL WT THE MAN. 0, the woman plays the deovil wi' the man; Deny it, disbslieve it if you can, Bat since the days o' Adam, the paukie jand has had \m, 0, the womar plays the deovil wi' the man. O, there's tint aboot them ane can never tell, That maks cs whiles what's hardly like oorsel'— liosh! it lickame a' thegither, hoo they gar us leave o»r mither: O, th'a woman plays the deevil wi' the man. Tak* a hero wi a heart an' haun' o* steel, Wha wad dee o* he'd cry "• quarter" to the deil, An* ac lassie*! *ee'ill scare 'im, aye, an 'ither tweity mair o' 'im: O, the woman plays the deevil wi' the man. Tak*;a fellow tele an' sonn' aboot the brain, ,Wlia on ony earthly point can gang his lane, An' some hartm-scarum deevil 'ill ding 'im affthe swjevil: 0, the womanplays the deevil wi' the man. Tak, some sober-sided ehiel choke fa' o' lair, Wi* science, b)oks, an* sic like a' his care, An' some canfrap o' a hizzie 'ill ding him an* Btnddy diizie: O, the womanplays the deevil wi' the man. Tak* "His Eeterence" in his choker an* his claith, Wi' his mind en nocht but what comes after death, An* some harebrained, throughther vermin 'ill play "hughie" in his sermon: O, the womanplays the deevil wi' the man. She's a torture mair than mortal man can tell, Or if no butfegs I think I ken myself': She's gie'n ilka saunt an' sinner, the " nae stomach " for his dinner: 0, the woman plays the deovil wi' the man. But for a' an a% she's better than she's bad, She's a jewel an' her match 'ill ne'er be had, An* I hope her praise 'Im ringin', in the truism that I'm singin': O, the woman plays the deevil wi 3 the man. Jas. Simpson.