>Now how many people on UMRA can tell the true story of Susan & Neil?

Now Susan and Neil were sweethearts 
Oh Lord how they could love
Swore to be true to each other 
True as the stars above
He was her man but he wasn't doin' her wrong

Now Susan went down to the Bull 
Just for a bottle of gin
She said Sid you old barman 
has my loving Neil been in
He's my man he wouldn't do me wrong

I don't want to cause you no trouble 
Woman I hope it ain't so
But I saw your lover an hour ago 
With a girl named Lonely Mo
He's your man but he's doin' you wrong

Then Susan went home in a hurry
She didn't go there to be nice
Susan went home to get a-hold 
Of Neil's pig-castrating device
He was her man, but he done her wrong

Susan peeked over the transom
And there in the evening glow
She saw her lovin-man Neil
With that high-browed Lonely Mo
He was her man, and he was doing her wrong

Then Susan pulled back her kimono
And she pulled out a small rubber ring
And root-e-toot-toot three times she slipped it
Right beneath his sing
He was her man, but he done her wrong

"Well roll me over on my left side
Roll me over so slow,
Roll me over on my left hand side, Susan,
That rubber band hurts me so,
I was your man, but I done you wrong"

Well this story has no moral
And this story has got no end
Well the story just goes to show you women
That there ain't no good in men
He was her man, but he done her wrong

-- 
Stephen

Into my heart an air that kills from yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills, what spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went and cannot come again.