SHE WAS POOR, BUT SHE WAS HONEST (aka IT'S THE SAME THE WHOLE WORLD OVER) (Traditional - English Music Hall) Billy Bennett - 1930 She was poor, but she was honest Though she came from 'umble stock And an honest heart was beating Underneath her tattered frock 'Eedless of 'er Mother's warning Up to London she 'ad gone Yearning for the bright lights gleaming 'Eedless of temp-ta-shy-on But the rich man saw her beauty She knew not his base design And he took her to a hotel And bought her a small port wine Then the rich man took 'er ridin' Wrecker of poor women's souls But the Devil was the chauffeur As she rode in his Royce Rolls In the rich man's arms she fluttered Like a bird with a broken wing But he loved 'er and he left 'er Now she hasn't got no ring It's the same the whole world over It's the poor what gets the blame It's the rich what gets the pleasure Ain't it all a bloomin' shame? Time has flown, outcast and helpless In the street she stands and says While the snowflakes fall around 'er "Won't you buy my bootlaces?" See him riding in a carriage Past the gutter where she stands He has made a stylish marriage While she wrings her ringless hands See him there at the theatre In the front row with the best While the girl that he has ruined Entertains a sordid guest See 'er on the bridge at midnight She says "Farewell, blighted love" There's a scream, a splash......Good 'eavens! What is she a-doing of? So they dragged 'er from the river Water from 'er clothes they wrung They all thought that she was drownded But the corpse got up and sung It's the same the whole world over It's the poor what gets the blame It's the rich what gets the pleasure Ain't it all a bloomin' shame? (Contributed by Mel - August 2007)