I. <br /> <br />THE DITTY. <br /> <br /> <br />O, BECKY SHARP, dear Becky Sharp! <br /> So very clever and so witty; <br />I'm half inclined your praise to harp <br /> In one, at least, well-worded ditty. <br /> <br />First be it sung, You're framed for love? <br /> 'For love, thou fool?' cried Beck, upbringing, <br />And snatching up the tongs, half clove <br /> My head, and off 'thou fool!' went singing. <br /> <br /> <br />II. <br /> <br />CONSOLATION. <br /> <br /> <br />SWEET Becky Sharp, sweet Beck, upon <br /> A time I tried to frame a ditty, <br />For which you knock'd me down, anon, <br /> And left me sprawling without pity. <br /> <br />Sir Crawley plus Sir Sprawley, then <br /> Was I, and yet you little honey, <br />How charming wasn't next half-hour, when <br /> You came and kissd away—my money. <br /> <br /> <br />III. <br /> <br />THE PRECIOUS PEARL. <br /> <br /> <br />DEAR Becky Sharp, you lovely girl! <br /> Come, now on knacks my money's lavished, <br />I yet have left one precious pearl <br /> With which your brokers may be ravished. <br /> <br />'Where, Crawley, dear!' Why even here— <br /> Ah, no; I dream—Sweet mercy, bless us! <br />I thought I'd yet that manhood, pet, <br /> I had ere I had thy caresses. <br /> <br /> <br />IV. <br /> <br />THE TOAST. <br /> <br /> <br />BEST Becky Sharp, pray do not carp, <br /> Nor turn your cherry lip up snarling— <br />'Man, are you mad?—this Becky bad, <br /> Why, she's a visionary darling!' <br /> <br />Is't so? ''Tis so!'—Your glasses ring— <br /> Ring then and toast the bright ideal; <br />Ah, bring the ideal Beckies, bring! <br /> And take away the Beckies real!<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/becky-sharp/
