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Wot if we sung a song or two?
    Wot if they 'eard us shout?
Is song an' laughter things to curse
    An' make a fuss about?
"Go faster! faster!" Lena screams.
    An' 'Arry let 'er out.

I'd give me soul jist to ferget.
    Gawd! how 'er eyes did stare!
'Er kisses warm upon me lips,
    I seen 'er lyin' there,
Blood on 'er face, all chiner-white,
    An' on 'er yeller 'air.

I never took no 'eed 'o pace
    (I've been on twenty trips),
An' Rose was restin' in me arms,
    'Er cheek against my lips.
A precious lot I dreamed of skids,
    A lot I thought o' slips.

I only know we never thinks—
    I know we never dreams
Of folks out walkin' on that road ;
    Till, sudden, Lena screams. . . .
An', after that, the sights I saw
    I've seen again in dreams.