'Your Molly has never been false, she declares, <br />Since the last time we parted at Wapping Old Stairs; <br />When I said that I would continue the same, <br />And I gave you the 'bacco-box marked with my name. <br />When I passed a whole fortnight between decks with you, <br />Did I e'er give a kiss, Tom, to one of your crew? <br />To be useful and kind to my Thomas I stay'd, <br />For his trousers I washed, and his grog too I made. <br /> <br />Though you promised last Sunday to walk in the Mall <br />With Susan from Deptford and likewise with Sall, <br />In silence I stood your unkindness to hear <br />And only upbraided my Tom with a tear. <br />Why should Sall, or should Susan, than me be more prized? <br />For the heart that is true, Tom, should ne'er be despised; <br />Then be constant and kind, nor your Molly forsake, <br />Still your trousers I'll wash and your grog too I'll make.'<br /><br />William Makepeace Thackeray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wapping-old-stairs/
