A flimsy shift on a bunker cot, </br> With a thin dirk-slot through the bosom spot </br> And the lace stiff-dry in a purplish blot. </br> Or was she … - Young E. Allison

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A flimsy shift on a bunker cot, </br> With a thin dirk-slot through the bosom spot </br> And the lace stiff-dry in a purplish blot. </br> Or was she wench... </br> Or some shuddering maid...? </br> That dared the knife </br> And that took the blade! </br> By God! she was stuff for a plucky jade— </br> Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!