Frederick Locker Lampson (1821-1895)
1She play'd me false, but that's not why
2I haven't quite forgiven Di,
3 Although I've tried:
4This curl was hers, so brown, so bright,
5She gave it me one blissful night,
6 And -- more beside!
7In photo we were group'd together;
8She wore the darling hat and feather
9 That I adore;
10In profile by her side I sat
11Reading my poetry -- but that
12 She'd heard before.
13Why, after all, Di threw me over
14I never knew, and can't discover,
15 Or even guess;
16May be Smith's lyrics she decided
17Were sweeter than the sweetest I did --
18 I acquiesce.
19A week before their wedding day,
20When Smith was call'd in haste away
21 To join the Staff,
22Di gave to him, with tearful mien,
23Our only photograph. I've seen
24 That photograph.
25I've seen it in Smith's album-book!
26Just think! her hat -- her tender look,
27 Are now that brute's!
28Before she gave it, off she cut
29My body, head, and lyrics, but
30She was obliged, the little slut,
31 To leave my Boots.
1] "[First printed in Tom Hood's Comic Annual for 1872, p. 49, and then included in London Rhymes, 1882, p. 74.]" (Austin Dobson's note, p. 192)
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Original text: Frederick Locker Lampson, London Lyrics, with introduction and notes by Austin Dobson (London: Macmillan, 1904): 153-54. PR 4891 L2 A17 1904 Robarts Library.
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RPO poem editor: Ian Lancashire
RP edition: RPO 1998.
Recent editing: 2:2002/4/18
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