Poor vs. Rich

 She was poor but she was honest

though she came from humble stock

And her honest heart was beating

Underneath her tattered frock

But the rich man saw her beauty

She knew not his base design

And he took her to a hotel

And bought her a small port wine

It's the same the whole world over

It's the poor what gets the blame

It's the rich what gets the pleasure

Isn't it a blooming shame?

In the rich man's arms she fluttered

Like a bird with a broken wing

But he loved her and he left her

Now she hasn't got no ring

Time has flown - outcast and homeless

In the street she stands and says

While the snowflakes fall around her

'Won't you buy my bootlaces'

It's the same the whole world over

It's the poor what gets the blame

It's the rich what gets the pleasure

Isn't it a blooming shame?

Standing on the bridge at midnight

She says 'Farewell blighted love!'

There's a scream a splash good 'eavens!

What is she a doing of?

Soon they dragged her from the river

Water from her clothes they wrang

They all thought that she was drownded

But the corpse got up and sang:

It's the same the whole world over

It's the poor what gets the blame

It's the rich what gets the pleasure

Isn't it a blooming shame?

She was poor but she was honest

Victim of a rich man's game

First he loved her then he left her

And she lost her maiden name

Then she ran away to London

For to hide her grief and shame

There she met an Army captain

And she lost her name again

It's the same the whole world over

It's the poor what gets the blame

It's the rich what gets the pleasure

Isn't it a blooming shame?

See him riding in a carriage

Past the gutter where she stands

He has made a stylish marriage

While she wrings her ringless hands

See him there at the theatre

In the front row with the best

While the girl that he has ruined

Entertains a sordid guest

It's the same the whole world over

It's the poor what gets the blame

It's the rich what gets the pleasure

Isn't it a blooming shame?

See her on the bridge at midnight

Crying "Farewell blighted love"

Then a scream a splash and Goodness!

What is she a-doing of?

When they dragged her from the river

Water from her clothes they wrung

Though they thought that she was drown

Still her corpse got up and sung:

It's the same the whole world over

It's the poor what gets the blame

It's the rich what gets the pleasure

Isn't it a blooming shame?

Lyrics from a song in Public Domain