Another housekeeper quit today
You can’t get a slave for such little pay
Perhaps you could find a little tart
One who doesn’t pretend to be smart
She’ll clean your house and bake the bread
Keep you warm and keep you fed
And she won’t ask for anything
Nay, even ask you for a ring
She’ll work her fingers to the bone
And though you leave her all alone
When you come home the fire is burning
And for you her heart is yearning
Devotion is her middle name
Every day, the same, the same
Doesn’t matter what the pay
She’ll be there for you everyday
Would not your heart be full of gladness?
Would there be any room for sadness?
And never would you have to say –
Another housekeeper quit today.