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 Six years uv wedded life we've 'ad, an' still me dreams is sweet... Aw, them bonzer little vi'lits, they wus smilin' round me feet. An' wot's a bit uv stove-wood count, wiv paddicks grinnin' green, When a bloke gits on to dreamin' uv the old days an' Doreen— The days I thort I snared a saint; but since I've understood I 'ave wed a dinkum woman, which is fifty times as good.

I 'ave wed a dinkum woman, an' she's give me eye to see. Oh, I ain't been mollycoddled, an' there ain't no fluff on me! But days when I wus down an' out she seemed so 'igh above; An' a saint is made fer worship, but a woman's made for love. An' a bloke is growin' richer as sich things 'e comes to know... (She pegs another sheet an' sez, "The stove-wood's gittin' low.")

A bloke 'e learns a lot uv things in six years wiv a tart; But thrushes in the sassafras ain't singin' like me 'eart.