Classic Poem

VERSE

Though my position is of low degree
And all the others may look down on me,
I'll go smiling through,
That's if I have you.
I am the happiest of troubadours
Thinking of you while I'm massaging floors,
At my leisure time,
I made up this rhyme:

REFRAIN 1

I will be the oil mop
If you'll be the oil,
Then we both could mingle
Ev'ry time we toil.
I will be the washboard
If you'll be the tub,
Think of all the Mondays,
We can rub-a-dub.
I will be the shoe-brush
If you'll be my shoe,
Then I'll keep you bright, dear,
Feeling good as new.
If you'll be my razor,
I will be your blade,
That's a porter's love song
To a chambermaid.

REFRAIN 2

I will be the dustpan
If you'll be my broom,
Then we could work together
All around the room.
I will be your clothespin,
Be my pulley line,
We'll hang out together,
Wouldn't that be fine?
I will be your dishpan
If you'll be my dish,
We'll meet after meals, dear,
What more could you wish?
If I'll be your window,
Be my window shade,
That's a porter's love song
To a chambermaid.