The Verse-Book of a Homely Woman

For Mothering!

     Up to the Hall, my lady there'll wear
          her satin gown,
     For little Miss and Master'll be coming
          down from town.
     Oh ay, the childern's coming! The
          CHILDERN did I say?
     Of course, they're man and woman grown,
          this many and many a day.
     But still, my lady's mouth do smile, and
          squire looks fit to sing,
     As Master John and Miss Elaine is coming
          Mothering.

     Then down to Farmer Westacott's, there's
          doings fine and grand,
     Because young Jake is coming home from
          sea, you understand.
     Put into port but yesternight, and when
          he steps ashore,
     'Tis coming home the laddie is, to Somer-
          set once more.
     And so her's baking spicy cakes, and stir-
          ring raisins in,
     To welcome of her only chick, who's
          coming Mothering.

     And what of we? And ain't we got no
          childern for to come?
     Well, yes! There's Sam and Henery,
          and they'll be coming home.
     And Ned is very nigh six foot, and Joe is
          six foot three!
     But childern still to my good man, and
          childern still to me!
     And all the vi'lets seem to know, and all
          the thrushes sing,
     As how our Kate, and Bess and Flo is
          coming Mothering.