In Petticoat Lane she sells her wares
by the toilets for Gentleman's granite stairs
shoe laces and buttons colours abound
bids good morning to all that are around

Her cheeks are flush with meadow fever
and with a touch of fatal cholera too
yet there she stands all a sweating
to give pennies to her father, with all his betting

Then when she gets home and gives her pennies
her father will walk out without a thank you
she will again bathe her crippled mother
and with tears of an Angel, will cry

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris