Simple love warm and kind In the country I'll find A daughter of Nature young and sweet Who has never learned city deceit. A child of the unsullied muse Who has never stood in cinema queues. Who has never read the books that make Women motherhood forsake. I see her already so bashful, so Awkward-tongued she cannot say The pretty lyrical bunk or blow Bubbles of laughter. Her name is May. Her mother's an easy-going woman Very human And her father's a spade-man in the bog Earning half a crown a day Simple and innocent love, by Johnie What good is dirty money Scattered over the floor of Hate Like the pieces of a rage-smashed plate. Heaven on Earth - The girth Of a woman's waist. And not for me The ecstasy Where the steeds of Macroom have raced. § Last 3 lines in another hand?