Briefly.... Imagine Victorian London. No work for women , young or old, unless you were fortunate and went into service, apprenticeship, shop work, sewing and the like. No welfare state. Only the workhouse waiting . So meet " Dolly Mop" a teenage prostitute . Mature beyond her years. Keeping hunger at bay for herself and the family. Who exploited who ?
Dolly Mop
I have a stance beneath the arch
Where the railway passes by.
I lift my skirts, show a leg
To gentlemen passing by.
A carriage stops - a hand appears,
Beckons for me to come near.
A whispered question on his lips
So I toss my undeveloped hips.
Clean , Sir ? I douched with carbolic yesterday.
Call me Lizzie, call me Mabel, call me what you may.
With a tot of gin, I'll climb within -
Then we can begin....
Now, it's sixpence for a blow job.
All the way- now that's a bob.
In the carriage ? In the alley ? I don't mind.
A kiss upon my brow ! That's really very kind.
Some men are rough and I've grown tough,
For all my tender years.
One day I'll say ," I've had enough ".
'Til then I do shed tears.
Tonight I'm yours for half an hour.
Do with me as you desire -
I can set your loins afire,
Within this carriage bower.
That's a shilling sir. I thank you kind.
My family will feast -
And you've not been a beast,
If I might say so ? You don't mind ?
Come again, sir. Find me always here,
Every night from dusk to dawn,
For I go home at break of morn.
Mother thinks that I serve beer.
She doesn't know my trade, you see
T'would be a shock to her-
The shame she could not bear.
You've been very kind to me.
I take my stance beneath the arch
Where the railway passes by,
And lift my skirts, show a leg,
To gentlemen passing by.
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