ROUGH DAME.

A MAN AND THE DEPARTING SCOTTISH WOMAN AND AN ELEMENT OF BEAUTY

She was a rough dame
Johnny thought
watching her pass by
kind of girl

to take no nonsense
no lip
or give a ear a clip
bust a jaw

and give what for
but there was
an element
of beauty there

the flowing hair
the fine figure
as she walked
the burning eyes

with her backward glance
aff tae Scootlund
she said need
tae gettae wae

nae mair tae say
she said
then was off
with a turn

of her head
and Johnny watched
her go
her firm a*s

big boned
bosom like
bundled babes
and then out

of sight
like a bold ship
rough riding
in a dark night.