Although a lady of ill repute
Lilian Barker was a beaut,
And it was really deemed an honour
To be allowed to climb upon her.
Her lovely face was smooth and fair,
And golden was her flowing hair,
Yet pot and hash and cruel cocaine
Had ravaged heart and soul and brain.
Lil could take with sly content
A trooper of his regiment,
Hyperbole it sometimes seems,
Is not confined to wishful dreams.
But soon she had to see a doctor
To find out what disease had pocked her.
The diagnosis short and clear
Repealed a dose of gonorrhoea.
As Lilian lay in her disgrace,
She felt the devil kiss her face,
She said, "Now mate I'm always willing
But first let's see your silver shilling."