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My Owd Wife

My owd wife she's a good owd cratur,         
Never was a kinder born.
Ne'er did owt that did displease me
Since the wedding ring she's worn.

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My owd wife is a good owd cratur:
Brings my baccy, brings my beer,
Ain't my wife a good owd cratur,
An' ain't my wife a good owd dear?

Some folks say she ain't a beauty
But none can match her for her smile.
She acts upright and does her duty
She's fond of me and that's my style.

We've lived many years together,
We've seen ups and downs in Life,
But through fine and stormy weather,
She's always proved a faithful wife.

And at night when work is over,
She brings my bacca and my beer,
So you see I live in clover.
Ain't my wife a good owd dear?

And when things they run three cornered
She comes up to me so kind,
Gives me a kiss and then she whispers
"Don't get vexed love, never mind."

And as sometimes it does happen
I get beery now and then,
She never does get nowty with me
But welcomes me with "Ey up, Ben."

Some folks live in bigger houses,
Some folks live on finer cheer,
None of them have got such spouses,
No such baccy and no such beer.