Classic Poem

My old wife's a good old cratur,
My old wife's a good old soul,
Every morning for my breakfast
She gives me good toast and roll.

And at night, when work is over,
She brings me baccy and me beer;
So you see I live in clover,
Ain't a wife a good old dear?

And when matters run three-cornered,
She sidles up so droll and kind,
Gives me a buss and gently whispers,
" Did 'em vex 'e? Never mind!"

And, as now and then 'twill happen,
I get beery, even then
She never says a cross word to me,
But welcomes me with " Well done, Ben."

And next morning for my breakfast
She gives me good toast and roll.
My old wife's a good old cratur,
My old wife's a good old soul.

We have lived many years together,
We've seen ups and downs in life,
But through fine and stormy weather
She always proved a faithful wife.

Some folks live in larger houses,
Some folks live on daintier cheer,
But none of them have got such spouses,
No such baccy, no such beer.