I' VE lost a pal, 'e's the best in all the tahn,
But don't you fink 'im dead, becos 'e aint —
But since 'e's wed 'e 'as 'ad ter knuckle dahn —
It's enuf to wex the temper of a saint!
'E's a brewer's drayman wiv a leg o' mutton fist,
An' as strong as a bullick or an 'orse —
Yet in 'er 'ands 'e's like a little kid —
Oh! I wish as I could get 'im a divorce.

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It's a great big shame, an' if she belonged ter me
I'd let 'er know who's who —
Naggin' at a feller wot is six foot free,
And 'er only four foot two!
Oh! they 'adn't been married not a month nor more,
When underneath her fumb goes Jim —
Oh, isn't it a pity as the likes of'er
Should put upon the likes of 'im?

Now Jim was class 'e could sing a decent song,
And at scrappin' 'e 'ad won some great renown;
It took two coppers for ter make 'im move along,
And annuvver six to 'old the feller dahn.
But today when I axes would 'e come an' 'ave some beer,
To the doorstep on tip-toe 'e arrives;
" I daresn't," says 'e " Don't shout, cos she'll 'ear
I've got ter clean the windows an' the knives."

On a Sunday morn, wiv a dozen pals or more,
'E'd play at pitch and toss along the Lea;
But now she bullies 'im a scrubbin' 'o the floor
Such a change, well, I never did see.
Wiv a apron on 'im, I twigged 'im, on 'is knees
A rubbin' up the old 'arf stone;
Wot wiv emptyin' the ashes and a-shellin' o' the peas,
I'm blowed if 'e can call 'is self 'is own!

It's a great big shame, &c.