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No. 3 - Song - Anita - "My Husband."

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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!
   
  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!
   
  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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