’Tis forty years now since we were wed:
We are ailing an’ grey needs not to be said:
But Willie’s eye is as blue an’ soft
As the day when he wooed me in father’s croft.
Yet changed am I in body an’ mind,
For Willie to me has ne’er been kind:
Merrily drinking an’ singing with the men
He ’ud come home late six nights o’ the se’n.
An’ since the children be grown an’ gone
He ’as shunned the house an’ left me lone: