Dorothy Parker - The Whistling Girl lyrics

Back of my back, they talk of me Gabble and honk and hiss Let them batten, and let them be Me, I can sing them this "Better to shiver beneath the stars Head on a faithless breast Than peer at the night through rusted bars And share an irksome rest "Better to see the dawn come up Along of a trifling one Than set a steady man's cloth and cup And pray the day be done "Better be left by twenty dears Than lie in a loveless bed Better a loaf that's wet with tears Than cold, unsalted bread." Back of my back, they wag their chins Whinny and bleat and sigh But better a heart a-bloom with sins Than hearts gone yellow and dry!