Ah diz all t’ possing, Ah hings oot all t’ cleeas,
Ah hugs in all t’ watter, an’, ez ya maay suppose,
Ah meng’ls, Ah irons, Ah diz all ’at Ah can,
Bud Ah’s nowt na mair ner a poor wedded man.
Chorus.
When Ah went a-courting, sha seeam’d ti be
Ez meek an’ ez mild ez meek an’ mild can be;
Bud ther’s tweea sahds tiv a woman—deea what ya can,
T’ Missus will be t’ maastther of a poor married man.
B——.