In Trouble

It's all for nothing: I've lost im now.
I suppose it ad to be:
But oh I never thought it of im,
Nor e never thought it of me.
And all for a kiss on your evening out
An a field where the grass was down…
And e as gone to God-knows-where,
And I may go on the town.
The worst of all was the thing e said
The night that e went away:
He said e'd a married me right enough
If I adn't a been so gay.
Me, gay! When I'd cried, and I'd asked him not,
But e said e loved me so;
An whatever e wanted seemed right to me…
An how was a girl to know?
Well, the river is deep, and drowned folk sleep sound,
An it might be the best to do;
But when he made me a light-o-love
He made me a mother too.
I've ad enough sin to last my time,
If twas sin as I got it by,
But it aint no sin to stand by his kid
An work for it till I die.
But oh the long days and the death-long nights
When I feel it move and turn,
And cry alone in my single bed
And count what a girl can earn
To buy the baby the bits of things
He ought to a bought, by rights;
And wonder whether e thinks of Us…
And if e sleeps sound o' nights.