DERBY AND JOAN.
Modern Midland Version.
(As Sung by Sir W-ll-am H-rc-urt.)
Derby, dear, I am old and grey,
Fifteen years since our wedding day!
Shadow and shine for every one,
As the years roll on.
Derby, dear, 'tis in vain they try
To chill your heart, or to lure your eye.
Ah! dear, we stick, now as then,
The tenderest wife to the best of men.
Always the same, Derby my own.
Always the same to your old Wife Joan!
Derby, dear, but I did feel riled
When the Party on Primrose smiled
Until men whispered, the young Scotch lord,
Has he greatly scored?
Derby, dear, I to Malwood went,
My ain fireside, with a heart content.
Ah! dear! though the Cause look queer,
I feel so much better when you I'm near.
Always the same, Derby my own,
Always the same to your old Wife, Joan
Hand-in-hand we still go to-day,
Hand-in-hand, spite what Joe can say.
There comes a chance for every one,
As the years roll on.
Hand-in-hand, though the Times may sneer.
(Once to its columns my pen was dear.)
Ah! dear! I'm sure of you,
Though Scots go wrong, or the Welsh look blue.
Always the same, Derby my own,
Always the same to your old Wife, Joan!
Always the same to devoted Joan!
