UNDER THE BED
by
Nellie Wallace

My mother said, when first I wore,
A long black skirt and blouses.
To always keep my eye on,
Anything that's wearing trousers.
They're always running after,
Pretty little girls like me.
But if one starts to chase behind,
I just show my dignity.

For my mother said,
"Always look under the bed,
Before you blow the candle out,
See if there's a man about."
I always do...
But you can make a bet,
It's never been my luck...
To find a man there, yet.

One night I found a man upstairs
Beneath my bed there, funny!
'Cos' when I pulled him out I found
'Twas but a tailors dummy.
And oh!, it did upset me girls
I screamed out in alarm
Well, I let him stop there all the night
'Cos' it couldn't do no harm.

For my mother said,
"Always look under the bed,
Before you blow the candle out,
See if there's a man about."
I always do...
But you can make a bet,
It's never been my luck...
To find a man there, yet.

The girl next door had burglars in
Beneath her bed, one tarried
She caught him and reformed him
In a fortnight they were married.
If there's a young man here, tonight
Who fancies I'm alright
I'll leave our door wide open,
He can rob our house tonight.

For my mother said,
"Always look under the bed,
Before you blow the candle out,
See if there's a man about."
I always do...
But you can make a bet,
It's never been my luck...
To find a man there, yet.