<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374178" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Jilted Lover To His Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You needn't pray for me, old lady, I don't want no one's prayer,<br>I'm fit and jolly as ever I was--you needn't think I care.<br>When I go whistling down the road, when the warm night is falling,<br>She needn't think I'm whistling her, it's another girl I'm calling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I pass her house a dozen times, or fifty times a day,<br>She needn't think I think of her, my work lies out that way.<br>If they should tell her I've grown thin (for that is what they've told me)<br>This cursed weather counts for that, and not the girl who sold me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if they say I'm off my feed I still can tip a can;<br>If I get drunk what's that to her? I am not her young man.<br>I know I've had a lucky let-off--she ain't no class, she ain't,<br>For all she looked like a bush o' roses and talked like a story book saint.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never give a thought to her. Don't worry your old head,<br>I've quite forgot her pretty ways and the cruel things she said,<br>There's lots of other gals to be had as any chap can see,<br>So you cheer up, you've got no call to go and pray for me.<br>But all the same, if you want to pray, you'd best pray God take care of them,<br>For if I catch them two together, by hell! I'll swing for the pair of them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374178" data-title="The Jilted Lover To His Mother de Edith Nesbit" data-description="You needn't pray for me, old lady, I don't want no one's prayer, I'm fit and jolly as ever I was--you needn't think I care. When I go whistling down the road, when the warm night is falling, She needn't think I'm whistling her, it's another girl I..."></div> </div> </div>

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