Oh, sister 39. (Memoirs of Sally McGhee viii)

Apart from a select few

London’s high society never knew the real Hugh

And if they did they’d have probably had a heart attack

As when it came to sex he was a maniac

Gender or class didn’t matter to Hugh

His Lordship just used who he wanted to

He sought degradation and he loved to degrade

He even had me watch while he rogered our maid

Oh, you should have seen that look on her face

Sympathy for me and horror for her own disgrace

But Hugh only saw her as one that he desired

I guess after that he must have tired

And I presume that she must have been fired

For two days after that Nancy had been hired

But I got the cold shoulder whenever I tried to confide

She was more interested in Hugh and was always by his side

My suspicion grew  

Somethin’ wasn’t right and I had to tell the other two

And I was right

Wakin’ once again in the middle o’ the night

In an empty bed with no Hugh in sight

I’d seen so much and assumed I was beyond shock

Since that time I’d seen Hugh in a wig and a frock

With his lips wrapped around the butler’s …

Aye, I know that I’ve mentioned that before

But when I heard Nancy’s voice outside a door

I wanted to clout the deceivin’ wee whore

So I turned the door handle and got ready to confront

But when I saw Hugh’s face in Nancy’s …

Ye know what I mean

I was faced with a scene that was far more obscene

For while Hugh enthusiastically dined

The butler fervently took Hugh from behind

The butler looked at me in shock and Nancy smiled

Hugh lifted his head and I could see that he was riled

No shame or a look of bein’ perturbed

He was merely angry at bein’ disturbed

“Get out now and close the door!” he screamed at me. “I’ve found myself a more willing whore!”

“Hugh, I don’t know what’s got into you!” I cried. “Why on earth would you want me to marry you?”

“I liked you at first, but you became such a bore,” he said. “Now I have a whore that I truly adore. So, go away now and close the door. Pack your bag and leave in the morning, I don’t want to see you anymore.”

I could only stare at him with a feelin’ o’ dread

“Go on, Sally,” Nancy said. “As from now I’ll be sharin’ ‘is bed.”

“Nancy, what’s yer game?” I asked her. “This was to get back at Robert, have you no shame?”

“Sally, I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” she replied. “I’d never ‘ave anythin’ to do with that thievin’ lout.”

“Get out now, or I shall have to use force!” Hugh yelled at me. “I shall see that you get something after our divorce.”

“You haven’t heard the end o’ this, Nancy Trollop,” I said, tryin’ hard not run at her and give her a bloody good wallop.

“I ain’t afraid of you,” she said. “I’ve got your man, and there ain’t nothin’ you can do. And I’m goin’ to do whatever ‘e asks me too.”