No. 3 - Song - Anita - "My Husband."
Anita: | Once a sailor man I married Seven years ago today, But his captain came and carried him, came and carried him far away! Seven years of matrimony I have been a lonely wife. Isn't that a rather funny, rather funny married life? But I've seen a lot of couples and of married life since then, And I've talk'd with married women, and I've walk'd with married men; And for one that has been happy there are twenty that were not! So I think the nicest husband is the one I haven't got! Oh! Heigho, the life of a sailor, life of a sailor, ho! Heigho, sing hi-lee-ho, Sing hi-lee, hau-lee, hau-lee-o! |
Husbands often are so surly To the wives that wait for them When they come in very early, very early at three A. M.! And they only swear the louder If you venture to suggest There's a trace of rouge or powder, rouge or powder on their vest! And perhaps the wife is looking in the pockets of his coat, But there isn't any money, only just a scented note, And a motto from a cracker, and a ticket for a ball-- Oh! I'd rather have the husband that has not come home at all! Oh! Heigho, the life of a sailor, life of a sailor, ho! Heigho, sing hi-lee-ho, Sing hi-lee, hau-lee, hau-lee-o! |
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Husbands when you cook their dinners All your best attempts will snub, Go and gorge with other sinners, other sinners at the club. And they set their darlings crying When they call their coffee slops, Even swear at them for frying, Yes; for frying Mutton Chops! But my husband never grumbles like a bulldog with a bone, He is always on his travels, his address is quite unknown; And I needn't fry his bacon and I needn't bake his bun, For the only cook he wishes for is Thomas Cook and Son! Oh! Heigho, the life of a sailor, life of a sailor, ho! Heigho, sing hi-lee-ho, Sing hi-lee, hau-lee, hau-lee-o! |
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Children now are always squalling, Giving you a world of cares; If you leave them they'll be falling they'll be falling down the stairs! They will come with faces rather Thickly smear'd with sticky jam, Wanting kisses, till the father, till the father answers D***! Now I've seen a lot of babies till they grow up girls and boys, And I find the little darlings rather overrated joys; They will start on steady screaming when you put them in the cot-- Oh! the only quiet children are the ones I haven't got! Oh! Heigho, the life of a sailor, life of a sailor, ho! Heigho, sing hi-lee-ho, Sing hi-lee, hau-lee, hau-lee-o! |
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