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HOME SWEET HOME	A
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I'm a Bedfordshire Chap and Bill Stumps is my name	B
And to tell it don't give me no manner of shame	B
For a man as works honest and hard for his livin'	C
When he tells you his name needn't feel no misgivin'	C
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And works's what I live by At dawn o' the day	D
While some folks is snorin' I'm up and away	D
When I stops for my Bavor 'twould dew your heart good	E
To see how I relish the taste o' my food	F
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I'm fond o' my hoein' and ploughin' and drill	G
And my hosses all knows me and works with a will	G
I'm fond o' my 'chinin' and thackin' and drainin'	C
For when work's to be done 'taint no use a complainin '	-
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I whistles a tune if the mornins be dark	H
When I goes home o' nights I sings sweet as a lark	H
And you'll travel some distance afore you can find	I
A chap more contented and happy in mind	I
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And I'll tell ye the reason I've got a good wife	J
The joy o' my heart and the pride o' my life	J
She ain't made o' gold nor ain't much of a beauty	K
But she's allers a tryin' to dew of her duty	K
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And a tidier home there ain't none in the town	C
Than mine and my Polly's I'll lay you a crown	C
If it ain't quite a palace I'm sure 'tis as clean	C
And I'm King o' my cottage and Polly's the Queen	C
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But things wasn't allers as lively as now	C
There's thirty good years since I fust went to plough	C
I wor then but a lad and a bad'un I fear	L
Just a trifle tew partial to baccy and beer	L
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So my maister he very soon gone me the sack	M
And my faither he gone me the stick to my back	M
But I cared for his bangins and blows not a rap	N
I wor sich a queer onaccountable chap	N
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To make a long story as short as I can	C
When I'd done as a boy I became a young man	C
And as happens to most men at that time o' life	J
I axed a young 'ooman if she'd be my wife	J
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And Poll she consented O how my heart beat	O
When she gone me her hand smilin' wonderful sweet	O
I could hear my heart beatin' just like a Church bell	P
Till I thought as my weskit 'ud bust pretty well	P
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But worn't I main happy and well nigh a crazy	K
When I heard her her say Yes blushin' sweet as a daisy	K
We was axed in the church no one dared to say nay	C
So The Rector he spliced us one fine soommer day	C
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My Poll wor a steady young gal and a good 'un	C
For washin' and scrubbin' and makin' a pudden	C
Not one o them gossiping gals wot I hate	Q
But a quoietish 'ooman wi' brains in her pate	Q
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But soom how or other things didn't go right	R
There wasn't atwixt us no manner o' spite	R
But I stayed out o' Saturdays nights and I fear	L
Spent more nor I'd ought on my baccy and beer	L
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And Poll she look'd sadly but didn't say nought	R
She was one as 'ud allers say less than she thought	R
But I know'd what she thought so a cloud kind o' come	S
And darkened the sun as once shone in our home	A
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But it come to a pass 'twas the fifth o' November	T
The day and the year I shall allers remember	T
Twas midnight and past when I come to my door	U
Scarce able to stan' well I won't say no more	U
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Next mornin' my head it wor well nigh a splitten	C
And I stagger'd and stagger'd as weak as a kitten	C
But the wust of it all wor the dressin' I got	R
From Polly oh worn't it main spicy and hot	R
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What she said I won't tell you but you married men	C
As knows wot it is to be pecked by a hen	C
Wot I means yer to guess pretty plainish 'ull find	R
When I tells you she gone me a bit of her mind	R
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And now I'm as sober as sober can be	K
And me and my Poll as we sits down to tea	K
Don't care very far of an evenin' to roam	A
We're allers so jolly contented at home	A
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I wears no blue ribbon outside o' my coat	R
For a pint o' good ale seems to freshen my throat	R
But offer me more and I'm bound to refuse it	R
For my Poll's got a tongue and her knows how to use it	R
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So I takes just a pint when there's coppers to spare	V
A pint wi' your dinner ain't no great affair	V
But the time' o' the day as suits Polly and me	K
Is when we sits down of an evenin' to tea	K
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For the young 'uns sits round us all smilin' and clean	C
And Sally knits stockings wot's fit for the Queen	C
Little Bill reads a book and Jemima she sews	K
And how happy our home is the parish all knows	K
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Now young men and maids if ye'll listen to me	K
I'll give you some counsel all gratis and free	K
Young men if you want to be happy in life	J
Remember Bill Stumps and look out for a wife	J
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Not one o' them husseys as gossips and chatters	K
And is allers o' mindin' of other folk's matters	K
But one as 'ull work and be gentle and kind	R
And as knows when to gi'e you a bit of her mind	R
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Young maids who are willing young wives to become	S
Remember the sweetest of places is home	A
But remember no husband 'ull find his home sweet	R
If it ain't bright and cheerful and tidy and neat	R
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If all's of a mullock and dirty and dusty	K
When he pops home to dinner he'll turn rayther crusty	K
But be tidy and careful in cookin' his grub	W
And I'll bet what you like he wont go to the Pub	W
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So send off the young'uns to school afore nine	C
And when they and faither come home for to dine	C
Don't gi'e 'em cold taters and bacon half fried	R
But a meal as 'ull cheer 'em and warm their inside	R
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And don't let the children go roamin' o' night	R
But keep 'em at home for their faither's delight	R
And I hope you may all be as happy and jolly	K
In your Bedfordshire homes as Bill Stumps and his Polly	K
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Bedfordshire for Luncheon	C

Edward Woodley Bowling

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