William Ernest Henley - Barmaid lyrics

Though, if you ask her name, she says "Elise," Being plain Elizabeth, e'en let it pa**, And own that, if her aspirates take their ease, She ever makes a point, in washing gla**, Handling the engine, turning taps for tots, And countering change, and scorning what men say, Of posing as a dove among the pots, Nor often gives her dignity away. Her head's a work of art, and, if her eyes Be tired and ignorant, she has a waist; Cheaply the Mode she shadows; and she tries From penny novels to amend her taste; And, having mopped the zinc for certain years, And faced the gas, she fades and disappears.