I have a recording of it at home sung by an old music hall artiste (Florence Desmonde?) but I won't be home till Sunday evening.

If no-one's done it by then, I'll have a go. From memory the first verse goes ..

I'm slavey at a small hotel they call the Travellers Rest
I like the missus very well but I like the master best
Although I'm only 20 and he's nearly 63
I'd do anything for him and he'd do anything for me.

Why does he follow me about ?
And wait up for me when it's my night out?
Why? Because He Loves Me
Why does he make my wages more?
And squeeze me behind the scullery door?
Why? Because He Loves Me
He's rather short and fat and got no teeth or hair
And he's a bit knock-kneed but I don't care
Why does he help me shell the peas?
And stick a fork in the sausages?
Why? Because He Loves Me.

There's another two and a half verses on my recording