Who, when a baby, lank and thin,
I called for pap and made a din,
Lulled me with draughts of British gin?--
My mother.

II

When I've been out upon the spree,
And not come home till two or three,
Who was it then would wallop me?--
My mother.

III

Who, when she met a heavy swell, [1]
Would ease him of his wipe so well, [2]
And kiss me not to go and tell ?--
My mother.

IV

Who took me from my infant play,
And taught me how to fake away.
And put me up to the time of day?-- [3]
My mother.

V

Who'd watch me sleeping in my chair,