She don't want no prelimin'ries, this tart;
She's broke away before they rung the bell;
She's beat the gun, an' got a flyin' start.
Smith makes a funny noise, an' I sez, " 'Ell!"
An' gives 'em imitations uv the chase.
But, as I went, I caught sight uv 'er face.
That's all I want to know. An', as I ran,
I 'ears 'er cry, "My man! Man an' a 'arf !
Don't fool me with yer talk uv 'arf a man !". . . .
An' then I 'ears ole Digger start to larf.
It was a funny larf, so 'elp me bob:
Fair in the middle uv it come a sob. . . .
I don't see Digger till the other night.
"Well, 'Arf-a-man," I sez. " 'Ow goes it now?"
"Yes, 'arf a man," sez 'e. "Yeh got it right;
I can't change that, alone, not any'ow.
But she is mendin' things." 'E starts to larf.
"Some day," 'e sez, "she'll be the better 'arf."
