Donec Gratus Eram

                      HE  

So long as 'twuz me alone
    An' there wasn't no other chaps,
I was praoud as a King on 'is throne—
    Happier tu, per'aps. 
                     
                     SHE  

So long as 'twuz only I
    An' there wasn't no other she 
Yeou cared for so much—surely 
    I was glad as could be.
                     
                      HE  

But now I'm in love with Jane Pritt-
    She can play the piano, she can; 
An' if dyin' 'ud 'elp 'er a bit
    I'd die laike a man.
                     
                    SHE  

Yeou'm like me. I'm in love with young Frye
    Him as lives out to Appledore Quay;
An' if dyin"ud 'elp 'im I'd die
    Twice ower for he.
                     
                      HE  

But s'posin' I threwed up Jane
    An' niver went walkin' with she—
And come back to yeou again—
    How 'ud that be?
                     
                     SHE  

Frye's sober. Yeou've allus done badly
    An' yeou shifts like cut net-floats, yeou du: 
But—I'd throw that young Frye ower gladly 
    An' low 'ee right thru!