I've always thought this lady got rather a rough deal.

MRS SPENCER THE ROVER

This song was composed by poor Mrs Spencer,
The same one whose husband went off on the roam,
He only went out for to buy forty Woodbines,
But then he kept going, and didn't come home.

While Spencer was rambling in Yorkshire, near Rotherham,
Mrs S realised she was free of the pest,
She signed on at Weightwatchers and became much reducéd
And with gin and with tonic herself did refresh.

On the 5th of November, or perhaps it was December,
Spencer came home to his children and wife,
But the locks had been changéd, and a court order arrangéd,
He was banned from the house for the rest of his life.

Then his children gathered round with their prittle-prattling stories,
Ten minutes of that soon drove him away,
With the night fast approaching, to the town he departed,
And looked for a room in the YMCA.

So now Mrs Spencer is in her cottage contented,
And every morning comes a knock on the door,
It's the handsome young postman with a special delivery,
Which means Mrs Spencer is lonely no more.

This song was composed by poor Mrs Spencer,
The same one whose husband went off on the roam,
He only went out for to buy forty Woodbines,
But then he kept going, and didn't come home.