Sal.

Waikato Times, Volume XXV, Issue 2084, 14 November 1885, Page 2 (Supplement)

Sal.

Hn'i Why, that's Sail bhe's my pal— lisal grit to mo ! Not very pretty ? M ore's the pity For them as can't see. Hands rough and hard? Face seamed and ecarred 'I What do I oaro, When all the good In womanhood Gieams at me thera 1 Why, man, I say — And who'll daro speak nay ?— ; She'd faiiest of fair — Ayo, faircnt of fair 1 There, no offenoa ! 'Caube you've no senee, Why should I mind? Sit >ou down, man, And, if I caD, I'll jirov you blind : Make j ou see far Und» reach tear— H'.iovr you the glory, The beaufy, the grace, Hid in hrr face I — Come, hero's the story *, Five years gone, by I was a lie, A pcamn— no less 1 Holding it fair To love lure, thare, Fan, Nan, or E^ng ; Mailing love lightly, Loving none rightly, A1?A 1 ? you may guess 1 Well, 'rnong the rest, 1 loved two beat— Or so folks thoughtOne of 'em Sal, As good a gal As heart e'er sought ; The other Jean, Fair as a queen To outward figlit, But black within, 13!ack u ith all sin — Black as the night. Oao dark, daik day, In hateful way, I jilted Sal 1 B id her good bye : " I'd in my eye. A prettier gal;" She raved then at me ? Not she ! •' God bless you, Ned ; O id guard your life 1 God boss your wife I" Was all she said. Well, I was mad That day, and bad, And ho I said, When mates were by, That Sal and I Would soon be wed, The news soon spread ; Jean quickly heard, Said not a word, Seemed stricken dumb ; Thpn, full of hate, Stole here to wait For mo to come. And when I stood In hardihood Jubt by her Hide, "TakothaU"£he"oricd; Yon never shall see Your wife to be, You our and liar 1" But as she ca ( t The liquid fire, Sal, brave Sal, passed 13 tween us there, And .... tUetc, you kaoft Why it is so— Why Sal's not fair To outward show, Why hands are hard, Fnoe seamed and scarred Why .... I'm a cur, 13ut as for her — Man, she's a prize 1 Not pretty her face? Why, heaven's graoe Beams iv her eyes I All that is kind, All — never mind, No moro of this I Hi I wife there, Sil, Come here, old gal, Givo us a kips ! Glohcie Weathi-rlt.