Harry Morant

Sir Walter

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0 woman, in man's hour of ease
And plenty, how you strive to please!
To win his heart - and purse - you try
With ogle, whisper, smile, and sigh.

But when he's short of cash, you find,
You change your tactics and your mind;
And from a fellow lacking "oof"
You deem it well to hold aloof -

Tip-tilt your nose and curve your lip,
And let the impecunious R.I.P.,
To find some other, wealthier, new man:
All this you do because - you're Woman.

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