And for everyone else it is bound to be loss.
A nice pooty look-out! Oh, I know what they say;—
That the women work better than us for less pay,
And are much less the slaves of the pint and the pot;
What's that got to do with it? All tommy rot!
We have all got to live, and if women-folk choose
To collar our cribs or to cut down our screws,
They will have to be bread-winners, leaving us chaps
To darn stockings at home with the kids on our laps.
Well, I hope as they'll like it. I tell you what, neighbour,