The Housewife's Lament - Among The Oak & Ash

Last night in my dreams

I was stationed forever

On a far little rock in the midst of the sea

My one chance in life was a ceaseless endeavour

To sweep off the waves as they swept over me

All life is a toil, and love is a trouble

Beauty will fade and riches will flee

Pleasures they dwindle and price is the double

And nothing is as nothing should be

There’s too much of worrying

That goes to the bonnet

There’s too much of ironing that goes to the shirt

There’s nothing that pays for the time you waste on it

There’s nothing that lasts but the trouble of dirt

All life is a toil, and love is a trouble

Beauty will fade and riches will flee

Pleasures they dwindle and price is the double

And nothing is as nothing should be

In March it’s the mud it’s the slush in December

The midsummer breeze is loaded with dust

In Fall the leaves litter, a muddy September

Wallpaper rots and candlesticks rot

All life is a toil, and love is a trouble

Beauty will fade and riches will flee

Pleasures they dwindle and price is the double

And nothing is as nothing should be

All life is a toil, and love is a trouble

Beauty will fade and riches will flee

Pleasures they dwindle and price is the double

And nothing is as nothing should be

There’s nothing is as nothing should be