Needles and pins,
Needles and pins,
When a girl marries,
Her Trouble begins.
Fork and spoon,
Fork and spoon,
The smell of her cooking,
Clears out the room.
Babies and Lace,
Babies and Lace,
She misses her sleep,
You can tell by her face.
Scrub and mop,
Scrub and mop,
If there’s a mountain of laundry,
Then she goes to the shop.
Knife and Rocks,
Knife and Rocks,
When she’s in a bad mood,
You’d best run, not walk.
Stockings and gloves,
Stockings and gloves,
Her wrinkles and blisters,
Were a labour of love.
