'Tis home from the local I am as is my wont on a Sunday.
She drinks but a sup from the beer cup, whereas the Map does wallow in the blackstuff on the Monday eve.
And Monday morn 'tis but my lie-in day, and Her to tally early.
And so to bed she for early night, while he the Map do tarry.
And onto the lappy he do go, for to engage in folly.
And to reply to all, that do, like him, bloggy!
For you all, this is the first song in my memory. My mam must have been singing this while I was being born!
For any who have the patience, I've just found the version the Mam used to sing, please , if you have the time , it is beautiful.