Collected Poems of Richard Griffin
Dedicated to Pavement Stone Polishers
(Tune of Johny Comes Marching Home
THE bells are ringing, people shout,
"Oh my ! Oh my !"
They arch their eyebrows, seem to doubt
The guy, they cry.
It's too tremendous, can't be true,
They look at me, then turn to you.
Where are the proofs, what is the clew
That hubbie has work at last.
Send for the halo, give him his due.
Yes, hubbie has work at last !
Now hubbie awakes from his fit of the blues.
The skunk! the skunk !
He knows he can pay for that new pair of shoes.
What punk! what punk!
He now has a chance to make up his arrears
Without any conscience, without any fears.
He's gobbled a paying position, my dears.
Yes, Hubbie has work at last.
He lived on his wife for at least twenty years.
But Hubbie has work at last !
Now Hubbie can handle his own pocket book.
The sport! the sport!
Make love to sweet Emma the housemaid and cook,
And not get caught.
He knows where to pick out a nice corner nook,
In that gay cabaret by the side of the brook.
Poor wifie at home, nice hubbie the crook.
Yes, Hubbie has work at last.
Sweet Emma calls Hubbie her own Tooky Took.
Dear Hubbie has work at last
We'll never find out till the great judgment day
Oh no Oh no!
Why suffering women are eager to pay
Just so, just so!
Buy pants for their hubbies forever and ever
And don't ask one question for twenty years, never
But patiently wait till provokingly clever
Pet Hubbie has work at last!
The faith and those knots nothing ever can sever;
Dear Hubbie has work at last !
Now Hubbie and wife are sentenced for life
To Hell! To Hell!
In all kinds of weathers they sizzle like feathers.
They smell, they smell!
Now Hubbie and wifie are shoveling coal.
In Hades they work from Equator to pole.
They don't like their job, it's a Hell of a hole
Where Hubbie has worked at last!
Each culprit a pill, they bubble and grill
Where Hubbie has work at last!
