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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419214" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ethel Winterbottom</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ethel was an ugly girl<br>But this was not her fault; <br>It stemmed from drinking beer with men<br>While standing in the 'vault.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Winterbottom through and through, <br>At fighting she was good; <br>And thick brown stout ran through her veins<br>Instead of pure red blood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes Ethel was a bruiser, <br>Just like her dear old dad; <br>Some people reckoned she<br>And all her family were mad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her tongue was like a bayonet<br>And she'd cut you to the quick<br>For any little trifle, <br>Such as calling Ethel thick.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The town that Ethel came from<br>Was born of jet-black coal; <br>A mining town in Lancashire, <br>A miner every soul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where life was hard and cruel<br>And you needed to be tough; <br>Where money was hard worked for<br>Amongst the jet-black stuff.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men were very lucky<br>To reach old age round there; <br>To leave the pit come pension time, <br>With all your limbs, was rare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Ethel had three sisters, <br>A father and a brother; <br>But living hard, and thick brown stout<br>Had taken Ethel's mother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She'd had to grow up quickly<br>And learn to stand her ground; <br>No funny business was allowed<br>When Ethel was around.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She gave her brothers blow for blow<br>And curse for curse as well; <br>No man would better Ethel<br>Yes, she gave the miners hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now the lass was getting on<br>And weary of life's fights, <br>The daily grind among the coal, <br>The long and drunken nights.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one had ever told her<br>This didn't have to be; <br>Now Ethel's in the graveyard, <br>But beautiful and free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Written Jan 1996</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Carter+Brown">John Carter Brown</a><div class=q>
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But this was not her fault; 
It stemmed from drinking beer with men
While standing in the 'vault.'

A Winterbottom through and through, 
At fighting she was good; 
And thick brown stout ran through her veins
Instead of pure ..."></div>
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