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Poem by Robert William Service
Grand-daughter of the Painted Nails, As if they had been dipped in gore, I'd like to set you lugging pails And make you scrub the kitchen floor. I'm old and crotchety of course, And on this point my patience fails; I'd sue my old girl for divorce If she showed up with painted nails. Grand-daughter of the Painted Nails, Like to a Jezebel are you; Do you expect to snare the males With talons of such bloody hue? I could forgive your smudging lips, Your scarlet cheek that powder veils, But not your sanguine finger-tips... Don't paw me with your painted nails. Grand-daughter of the Painted Nails, Were I the sire of maidens ten, I'd curse them over hills and dales, And hold them to the scorn of men If they had claws of crimson dye; Aye, though they sang like nightingales, Unto the welkin I would cry: "Avaunt, ye hags with Painted Nails!"
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