The dirty doves earn me quite decent cash
Their bosoms squeezed in frame of flounce and bow
Their stays their waists indent on loop of lash
To cheeks the rouge applies a gorgeous glow
Queen st address the building borders flash
All walks of life the punters high and low
Though diggers staple sort as slaves to gash
The shillings clink the wine and whiskey flow
Our dove Elizabeth turned thirty glum
And worked as washer woman made ends meet
A punter overlapped and cleaned the sheet
They married happy shes a model mum
I left the life at thirty three turned bawd
In pass of prime I prove as good as flawed
Chorus bawd madam procuress
