Flower Girl
In 1912 she sits in lane
On cobblestone in fog and rain
Buy a posy of violet hue
Lavender flowers with morning dew
Pinkest roses from my "barrow"
From gardens sweet in Health and Harrow
Take pity on a maid like me
So I may go and taste some tea
The morning mists do chill my soul
And I'm almost out of coal
I sleep each night in pauper's bed
As dreams of a saviour fill my head
To lead me up to a garden of flowers
Where I may rest and pass the hours
Far away from London's social tripe
And those who call me "guttersnipe"
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