{MR. WILMONT}
As sure as I stand here with a bible in hand
You'll not stay the night under devil's command
{POLLY}
Sure, I've been drinking
Been drunk three times today
I just need to sleep
{MR. WILMONT}
You'll get no lodging with back rent you're dodging
{POLLY}
Please, Mr. Wilmont
I'm tired, and hungry
And I need a bed
{MR. WILMONT}
You're a filthy old trollop who squandered her life
It's the wages of sin that have caused you this strife
Go sleep in the street, let us {?} for your shelter
{POLLY}
I've not got the rent
To give you tonight
But I got something else up my dress you might like
{MR. WILMONT}
You disgust me, you slag
You've no teeth in your hеad
{POLLY}
But in this black bonnet
I drive the boys wild
{MR. WILMONT}
You think that bonnеt gives you style?
It's lipstick on a pig, you're nothing but vile
{POLLY}
There's things in the bible
Forgiveness and such
Yet you beat a dog down with that good book you clutch
If it's meek you do say
Shall Inherit the earth
Then I'm bound to rule
It's been a right since my birth
{MR. WILMONT}
Oh get out of my sight
You violent contagion
You're a sore on the arse
Of this glorious nation