Mary Ellen

 It's mighty quiet in the house
 Since Mary Ellen quit me cold;
I've swept the hearth and fed the mouse
 That's getting fat and overbold.

I've bought a pig's foot for the pot
 And soon I'll set the fire alight;
Then I may eat or I may not,
 Depends upon my appetite.


Since Mary Ellen left me lone
 I haven't earned a bloody bob.

I sit and sigh, and mope and moan,
 And bellyache I quit my job.

My money's mostly gone,--I think
 I ought to save it up for food .
 .
 .

But no, I'll blow it in for drink,
 Then do a bunk for good.


I watch my mouse his whiskers preen;
 He watches me with wicked glee.

Today--oh God! It's years sixteen
 Since Mary Ellen wed with me.

Oh how the dear girl hated vermin!
 She left rat poison on the shelf .
 .
 .

Friend Mouse, your doom I new determine
 Then--how about myself?

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