The White Slave
The White Slave | |
Joe Hill
| One little girl, fair as a pearl, Worked every day in a laundry; All that she made for food she paid, So she slept on a park bench so soundly; An old procuress spied her there, She came and whispered in her ear: Chorus: Come with me now, my girly, Don't sleep out in the cold; Your face and tresses curly Will bring you fame and gold, Automobiles to ride in, diamonds and silk to wear, You'll be a star bright, down in the red light, You'll make your fortune there. | 2. Same little girl, no more a pearl, Walks all alone 'long the river, Five years have flown, her health is gone, She would look at the water and shiver, Whene'er she'd stop to rest and sleep, She'd hear a voice call from the deep: Chorus:
3. Girls in this way, fall every day, |