Quite permiscuous! Who'd ha' thought of it?
I sat in the parler along with her,
Tucking into the eggs and the bread and but-tèr,—
When in come her Par with the kitching po-kèr!
Quite permiscuous! Who'd ha' thought of it?"
There was a chorus, of course:—
"Quite permiscuous! Who'd ha' thought of it?
Who can guess what's going to be!
Whatever you fancy'll fall far short of it.
That's the way things 'appen with me!"