Oh, sister 12. (Memoirs of Nancy Trollop iii)

So there was me with money in me purse

And all I ‘ad to do was scream and curse

If I’d told that to the girls back in the East End

They’d ‘ave probably thought that I’d gone round the bend

None of our kind got to rise above our station

But there I was in a unique situation

I ‘ad the power

And it was so bleedin’ rousin’ watchin’ them cower

I’ll never forget my first

The geezer looked proper posh and I feared the worst

I was scared that I’d be chastised for bein’ a rude little peasant

But the gent turned out to be really quite pleasant

And told me what ‘e wanted to do

Or rather what I ‘ad to order ‘im to do

I was to be a senior at ‘is former school

That caught ‘im breakin’ some silly rule

Not bein’ privileged and ‘avin’ an education

I ‘ad to be given a proper explanation

And although I wasn’t exactly coy

I didn’t know ‘ow to behave like a boy

But I did me best

And played the role with resolute zest

First I ordered him to get a broom

Then screamed at ‘im to clean me room

In no time at all it was spick and span

I actually wanted to thank the man

But I ‘ad to play the part and continue to pretend

And made ‘im pull down ‘is trousers and bend

This was a strange situation

I think ‘e called it simulation

Me pushin’ against ‘is bare backside

Sayin’ mockin’ words to dent ‘is male pride  

Tellin’ ‘im that ‘e was a sneaky little dodger

And punishment for that was a jolly good roger

If this was what went on at the upper class schools

Then our lot should be glad to be illiterate fools

This must ‘ave ‘appened when ‘e was a boy

Then somethin’ ‘e later grew to enjoy

I always knew the gentry could be bad

And now I knew that many were mad

But this particular gentleman made me sad

If memories like these were all ‘e ‘ad

But I ‘ad to push me pity aside

Even afterwards when ‘e sat down and cried

There was nothin’ I could do and nothin’ I could say

But just watch the clock ‘til it was time for ‘im to pay

The rest would ‘ave thought that I was a joke

If I told them that a punter almost made me choke

Robert would ‘ave said, “Nancy, don’t be a silly bitch. Ye cannae be feelin’ sorry for the rich. Jist take their money an’ play yer part.”

Yeah, Nancy might be mean, but she also ‘as an ‘eart