THE PUBLICANS DAUGHTER. Painted nails, And Silver Rings, Head of auburn colour, With Gypsy Skirts, Walks Her silent Life To lead, Leavin' shoes of sorrow And mirth, Calling Time, Time, On Her old Joanna Played, Amid Blue Tobacco, Capturing a note, Staining the ceiling Orange, As nine Pins Fell, Perfumed Lady, So phases boiled over, Boiled Over, Leavin' sorrow and Mirth, Calling Time, Time at the Door, For the Robins' Wing, Began your Gospelling Journey, Of Carolling Wisdom, And Motherhood, As when once did our Glasses Tip their Charge, In Celebration!!