THIS is the tale of Elizabeth Ann, Who went away with her fancy man. Ann was a girl who hadn't a gown As fine as the ladies who walk the town. All day long from seven to six Ann was polishing candlesticks, For Bishops and crapulous Millionaires To buy for their altars or bed-chambers. And youth in a year and a year will pass, But there's never an end of polishing brass. All day long from seven to six -- Seventy thousand candlesticks. So frail and lewd Elizabeth Ann Went away with her fancy man. You Bishops and crapulous Millionaires, Give her your charity, give her your prayers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE UNSUNG HEROES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR POPPIES IN THE WHEAT by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON THOMAS MACDONAGH by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE IN SICKNESS (1714) by JONATHAN SWIFT A DEDICATION by ALFRED TENNYSON SPANISH WINGS: SENOR by H. BABCOCK A THOUGHT FOR MOTHER'S DAY by MAMIE COLLINS BARRY THE SECOND BROTHER; AN UNFINISHED DRAMA by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |