The Ruined Maid

“O ‘Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
  Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town?
  And whence such fair garments, such prosperi-ty?” —
  “O didn’t you know I’d been ruined?” said she.

— “You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks,
  Tired of digging potatoes, and spudding up docks;
  And now you’ve gay bracelets and bright feathers three!” —
  “Yes: that’s how we dress when we’re ruined,” said she.

— “At home in the barton you said `thee’ and `thou,’
 And `thik oon,’ and `theäs oon,’ and `t’other’; but now
 Your talking quite fits ‘ee for high compa-ny!” —
 “Some polish is gained with one’s ruin,” said she.

 — “Your hands were like paws then, your face blue and bleak
 But now I’m bewitched by your delicate cheek,
 And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy!” —
 “We never do work when we’re ruined,” said she.

 — “You used to call home-life a hag-ridden dream,
 And you’d sigh, and you’d sock; but at present you seem
 To know not of megrims or melancho-ly!” —
 “True. One’s pretty lively when ruined,” said she.

 — “I wish I had feathers, a fine sweeping gown,
 And a delicate face, and could strut about Town!” —
 “My dear — a raw country girl, such as you be,
 Cannot quite expect that. You ain’t ruined,” said she.

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