Mrs Maylie

It's so nice in Mrs Maylie's house I'd spend my life in Mrs Maylie's house Count my time counting the moon I'd spend my life in Mrs Maylie's house It's so nice in Mrs Maylie's house I'd spend my life in Mrs Maylie's house Count my time counting the moon It's so nice in Mrs Maylie's house Well good morning Mrs Maylie It's so nice to wake in sunshine Spent my short life in prison Was my birth that was my first crime I'd like to pick some flowers And arrange them around your room And I love to spend the hours 'Fore they're snatched away too soon Well I love it in the country And loath the London mire And there's no one who's been kinder In my wretched little life Oh good morning Mrs Maylie And your daughter seems so nice An open heart's my saviour And my trusting is my vice