Poem by Clarence James Dennis

Polly Dibbs

Mrs Dibbs - Polly Dibbs,
  Standing at a tub,
Washing other people's clothes -
  Rub-Rub-Rub.
Poor, old, skinny arms
  White with soapy foam -
At night she takes her shabby hat
  And goes off home.

Mrs Dibbs - Polly Dibbs -
  Is not very rich.
She goes abroad all day to scrub,
  And home at night to stitch.
She wears her shabby hat awry,
  Perched on a silly comb;
And people laugh at Polly Dibbs
  As she goes home.

Mrs Dibbs - Mother Dibbs -
  Growing very old,
Says, "it's a hard world!"
  And sniffs and drats the cold.
She says it is a cruel world,
  A weary world to roam.
But God will smile on Polly Dibbs
  When she goes Home.

1. Old Farmer Jack
2. The Traveller
3. Upon the Road to Rockabout
4. Going to School
5. The White Foxglove

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