Used to sweeten grub with smiles when she
would pass a plate,
And me and marm, like two old coots, we swal-
lowed hook and bait.
You bet we git some diff’rent looks, we git some
different feed,
Jest like they’d throw it out to dogs, now son
has got the deed.
An’ Marshy growls at mother, and mother’s
growlin’ wuss,