My 'Usband

My 'Usband

My ‘usband, he’s such a generous chap

And gives me five shillings a week,

He never begrudges it, never a scrap

‘Cos I’m worth it, he says, with a tweek.

 

So what do I do for this for this handsome amount?

Do I curtsey, or whimper, or shriek?

No, I get out my book and tot up the account,

Saying nothing, for I’m not indiscreet.

 

Yes, I’m his darling, but I come at a price,

And the price is five shillings a week,

Come Christmas it’s ten bob, and that’s very nice

But exhausting – hard work isn’t cheap.

 

We’re always harmonious, never a clash,

No feuding or that kind of stuff,

So long as he’s generous and gives me his cash,

I’ll pretend I’m a good, honest wife.

 

Noreen Tingle

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