THE BALLAD OF JUNO SUE
Sue Timmins lived in Sheaoak Town -- She lived in Sheaoak Town, Where 'er figger uster sorter cause comment; 'Twas all one way. That is to say 'Twas all straight up an' down From foot to crown. You understand what's meant? I'm sure you understand the sort wot's meant. Just wot you'd call a gawky lump -- A slim, slab-sided lump. You'd scarcely 'ave the nerve to call 'er fat. An awkward wench; you'd 'ave to wrench The truth to mention plump -- Not at the jump, There's no denyin' that. I say, there ain't no use denyin' that. You compre'end the sorter wench -- Ungainly sorter wench -- I mean when I let loose remarks on Sue? A kinder stick, but not so thick. You'd hardly name 'er French -- Not this 'ere wench. She weren't no Parleyvoo. I say that Sue she weren't no Parleyvoo. She didn't 'ave no width, this piece -- This elongated piece; The figger that the 'ad was mostly length. I tell you, she reminded me Of one perpetual lease That doesn't cease. Now, 'ave you got 'er strength? I'll now proceed if you 'ave got her strength. She 'ad brains this bit o' skirt -- This lengthy bit o' skirt; She wouldn't 'ave no truck with any bloke, Although she knew as well as you She weren't built for a flirt; She'd treat like dirt The chap that tried a joke. To tell the truth, they weren't inclined to joke. O' course this piece o' muslin knew -- She muster durn well knew She weren't the sorter girl that could attract. She weren't that kind, an' bear in mind That wot I'm tellin' you Is all dead true. You take it fer a fact; I'd never tell you 'less it was a fact. Well, this 'ere Sue made up 'er mind -- She fair made up her mind - She'd wander on 'er lonely down to town. All on 'er own, that is, alone: An' she was just the kind To 'ave a mind; An' so she travelled down. I say, she packed her duds an' travelled down. She stayed away about a week I think about a week; An' then she wandered back to Sheaoak Town, An' when they knew that it was Sue The people couldn't speak, They was that weak. This was no up-an'-down! I tell you she was fur from up-an'-down. We simply 'ad to stand an' gape -- Just simply stand an' gape. We was too dazed for any sane remark. You'd be inclined to call to mind When you beheld 'er shape Beneath its drape, A statoo in a park -- A Veenus or somethin' in a park. O' course we thought 'twas mighty rum -- Unquestionably rum; An' yet we 'ad to take it fer a fact. There stood out Sue, in straight fronts, too! An' then the truth it come An' struck us dumb. The bloomin' girl was packed! 'Er 'ips an' all etceterers was PACKED! But Sue she merely tossed 'er 'ead -- Just proudly tossed 'er 'ead -- An' never give a thought to climbin' down. "I ain't so bad as I do pad." Them was the words she said. (I near dropped dead.) "They all pad up, in town. There ain't a girl that don't pad up, in town." We reckoned, up in Sheaoak Town -- Old folks in Sheaoak Town -- She'd fairly done 'er chance in with the boys. O' course, they knew the shape o' Sue. An' yet they chased 'er roun', Yes, up and down, Although they knew 'twas pads, An' just 'ow much was girl an' 'ow much pads. 'Er prance an' waddle made me mad; 'Er walk near drove me mad; But ev'ry other girl was fairly stacked. "She was a bloomin' gawk, was Sue. But now," ses ev'ry lad, "She ain't too bad Fer she is rorty, packed. She's just a bloomin' Juno now she's packed." To see the way she 'eld 'er skirts -- The way she gripped 'er skirts -- See 'ere, I ain't straight-laced, meself, perhaps, But, spare me days! That woman's way! An' talk about yer flirts! It always 'urts To think o' them poor chaps; The way she played a game with them poor chaps. Their sighs an' courtin' weren't no use -- Not any sorter use. An' then a squatter chap 'e seen our "pearl." Ses 'e, "Gee whizz! Whoever is That stately creature? Dooce! Just introjuice Me to that charmin' girl -- That statuesquee Juno of a girl." I s'pose 'e knew wot paddin' was -- Wot them etcetrers was. You see 'e lived in town, or thereabout; An' Sue she told us 'ow the bold Bad 'ussies there are draws. 'Cos 'ow? Becos They never go without. "Them girls," she ses, "they never go without." You bet she married 'im. 'E'd cash -- 'Ad 'eaps o' bloomin' cash; An' give the go-by to the other lads. Our gawky, prue, slab-sided Sue! An' don't she cut a dash! An' dresses flash. O' course, she wears 'er pads. You bet she don't go out without 'er pads.
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