En ghymarah

She was born in Saybeyatt
To Mister and Missus Truffleought
The fished in the creek
and swam their to escape the heat
She married a foolish fella
He said rye was grown for whiskeys
And this woman was made for me!
He put his coat down so she could cross potholes
Used his hankie to wipe her nose
He kissed her cheek to greet her
Hugged everytime he'd meet her
She got tired of lovey dovey
Told him shake my hand
Pop the top for me
Slap mi  bumm
Open doors for me
Sweep the floor
Clean the sink
Pull the bone
Outta mi meat
Take some lessons
And get some class
Before I leave your
Monkey ass!