She knows well her “neck has got a lith in’t,”
In her manners she’s genteel, and not too loud,
Does not boss too much about her shanty.
IV.
Trim your lamps every one of you,
Or put dips in your window panes.
Don’t grudge candles or paraffin,
And be sure you make noise enough,
Make all deaf with your loyalty,
Shout your shoutingest shoutingly,