Mr Grumble

Mr Grumble
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Oh! Mr Grumble he did say
As the leaves grew on the tree
That he could do more work in one day
Than his wife could do in three

Oh! Mrs Grumble she did say
That he must not grumble so:
He might do the work in the house
And she’d go follow the plow

But don’t forget the little pig
That lays within the stye,
And don’t forget to pall the cow
Or else she will go dry

And don’t forget the crock of cream
That stands within the frame,
And don’t forget the meat in the pot
Or it’ll all go in a flame

And don’t forget the hank of yarn
That I spun yesterday
And don’t forget the speckled hen
Or she will fly away

Mrs Grumble took the whip
And went to follow the plow:
Mr Grumble took the pall
And went to pall the cow

Old Brindle kicked, old Brindle tore,:
Old Brindle rufited up her nose:
Old Brindle gave him a kick in the chin,
And the blood flew out of his nose

He went to churn the crock of cream
That stood within the frame;
He forgot the meat in the pot
And it all went in a flame

He went to feed the little pig
That lay within the stye;
He bumped his head against a beam
And the brains began to fly

He went to reel the hank of yarn
That his wife spun yesterday:
He forgot the speckled hen
And she flew away

Oh dear! Oh, dear! It’s a very long day:
My wife will never come home
Oh dear! Oh, dear! It’s a very long day;
My wife will never come home

But Mes Grumble she came home
As happy as she could be:
She clapped her hands and stamped her feet,
And said that she was free

He swore by the moon and he swore by the sun
And all the stars in heaven
That his wife could do more work in one day
Than he could do in seven
(Repeat last two lines of each verse)