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