Glad a pretty lady
Has come to stay!

House:
She lights a candle--
What do I see!
That cloak looks like
A quilt to me!
She climbs into bed
Where long she's lain,
She's come back home,
She won't leave again.
She's found once more
Her rightful place,
Same old lady
With a pretty new face.
Let the deacon pray
And the doctor talk,
The mice will squeak
And the ghosts will walk.
There's a crafty smile
On the landlady's face,
The old woman's gone,
But she's filled her place!

Landlady:
It's nothing to me
If the old woman's dead,
There's somebody sleeping
In every bed!