Pansies (Lawrence)/Red-Herring

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RED-HERRING
My father was a working man and a collier was he,at six in the morning they turned him down and they turned him up for tea.
My mother was a superior soul a superior soul was she,cut out to play a superior rôle in the god-damn bourgeoisie.
We children were the in-betweens little non-descripts were we,indoors we called each other you, outside, it was tha and thee.
But time has fled, our parents are dead we've risen in the world all three;but still we are in-betweens, we tread between the devil and the deep cold sea.
O I am a member of the bourgeoisie and a servant-maid brings me my tea—But I'm always longing for someone to say: 'ark 'ere, lad! atween thee an' me
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they're a' a b—d—lot o' ———s, an' I reckon it's nowt but rightwe should start an' kick their ———ses for 'em an' tell 'em to ———.

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