Classic Poem

I was a peasant girl from Germany,
Blue-eyed, rosy, happy and strong
And the first place I worked was at Thomas Greene's
On a summer's day when she was away
He stole into the kitchen and took me
Right in his arms and kissed me on the throat,
I turning my head. Then neither of us
Seemed to know what happened
And I cried for what would become of me
And cried and cried as my secret began to show
One day Mrs Greene said she understood,
And would make no trouble for me,
And, being childless, would adopt it
(He had given her a farm to be still.)
So she hid in the house and sent out rumors,
As if it were going to happen to her
And all went well and the child was born—They were so kind to me
Later I married Gus Wertman, and years passed
But—at political rallies when sitters-by thought I was crying
At the eloquence of Hamilton Greene—
That was not it
No! I wanted to say:
That's my son! That's my son!