Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
CoplasAlice Corbin
And make it thin and weak;
He who has never known love,
Of living may not speak.
Every good man passes;
Only the shameless one is left
Eating corn-meal with molasses.
For his money, pays;
The money goes,
But the old man stays.
To be jealous has no right;
Instead he should be thankful
That they love him with nothing in sight!
Do not lift me so high;
For the topmost leaves on the tree
Are the first to die.
And the scissors and thread!
My sweetheart wears mourning,
Yet I am not dead!
I knocked three times around.
You are no good for lovers
Because you sleep too sound.