An d these ills do not only befall mankind,
it befalls to the fair sex also.
For that reason we find these few words
that were also thought up
so as to show what we have to
suffer under capitalism.
One little girl, fair as a pearl,
walked every day in the laundry.
All that she made,
for what she paid,
so she slept on a park bench so soundly.
An old procuress spied her there,
she came and whispered in her ear,
Come with me now, my girlie,
don't sleep out in the cold.
Your face and dress is curly,
we'll bring you fame and gold.
Automobiles to ride in,
diamonds and silks to wear.
You'll be a star bright,
down in the red light,
you'll make your fortune there.
Same little girl, no more a pearl,
walks all alone along the river.
Five years afloat,
all her health is gone.
She would look at the water
and shiver.
Whenever she'd stop
to rest and sleep,
she'd hear a voice call from the deep.
Come with me now, my girlie.
Don't sleep out in the cold.
Your face and dress is curly.
We'll bring you fame and gold,
automobiles to ride in,
diamonds and silks to wear.
You'll be a star right down
in the red light.
You'll make your fortune there.
Girls in this way fall every day
and have been falling for ages.
Who is to blame?
You know his name.
It's the boss that pays starvation
wages.
A homeless girl can always
hear temptation calling everywhere.
Come with me now, my girlie.
Don't sleep out in the cold.
Your face and tresses curly
will bring you fame and gold,
automobiles to ride in,
diamonds and silks to wear up.
You'll be a star bright down
in the red light,
you'll make your fortune there.
you