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[Verse 1]
She was Gjust a parsoCn's daughter, Pure, unstyned D7was her fGyme, Till a Ccountry squire came courtin', And the D7poor girl lorst 'er Gnyme.
[Verse 2]
It's the Gsyme the whole Cworld over, It's the poor what D7gets the Gblyme, While the Crich 'as all the plysures, Now ain't D7that a blinkin' Gshyme.
[Verse 3]
So she Gwent aw'y to CLunnon, Just to 'ide 'D7er guilty Gshyme. There she Cmet another squire, Once D7ag'yn she lorst 'er Gnyme.
[Verse 4]
Look at G'im with all 'is C'orses, Drinking D7champygne in 'is Gclub, While the Cwictim of 'is passions Drinks 'er D7Guiness in a Gpub.
[Verse 5]
Now e's Gin 'is ridin' Cbritches, 'Untin' foxes D7in the Gchyse, While the Cwictim of 'is folly Mykes 'er D7livin' by 'er Gwice.
[Verse 6]
When she Gtried to go from CLunnon, Once ag'yn to D7'ide 'er Gshyme, She was C'syved' by an army chaplain, Once aD7g'yn she lorst 'er Gnyme.
[Verse 7]
'Ear 'im Gas 'e jaws the CTommies, Warnin' o' the D7flymes o' G'ell. With 'er C'ole 'eart she 'ad trusted, But agD7'yn she lorst 'er Gnyme.
[Verse 8]
So she sGettled down in CLunnon, Sinkin' deeper D7in 'er Gshyme, Till she Cmet a lybor leader, And agD7'yn she lorst 'er Gnyme.
[Verse 9]
Now 'e's Gin the 'ouse of CCommons Mykin' laws to D7put down Gcrime, Wile the Cwictim o' 'is plysure Walks the D7street each night in Gshyme.
[Verse 10]
Then there Gcyme a bloated Cbishop. Marriage D7was the tyle 'e Gtold. There was Cno one else to tyke 'er, So she D7sold 'er soul for Ggold.
[Verse 11]
See 'er Gin 'er 'orse and Ccarriage, Drivin' d'yly D7through the Gpark. Though she Cmyde a wealthy marriage, Still she D7'ides a breakin' G'eart.
[Verse 12]
In a Gcottage down in CSussex Lives 'er payD7rents old and Glyme, And they Cdrink the wine she sends 'em, But they D7never speaks 'er Gnyme.
[Verse 13]
In their Gpoor and 'umble Cdwelling, There 'er gD7rievin' payrents Glive. Drinkin' Cchampygne as she sends 'em But they D7never can forGgive.