{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