Jealousy

I see'd yer turn the other day

To watch a chap go by

Because he wore a uniform

And held his shoulders high,

And then yer wouldn't even smile,

Or say a word to I.

Me hands may not be lilywhite,

Me coat may not be trim,

But you may know if fightin' comes,

I'll fight as well as him!

Although they pad his shoulders out,

To make his waist look slim.

I hav'n't got no buttons

On a showy coat of red,

I hav'n't got no soldiers cap

To wear upon me head.

But I can love yer just the same,

When all be done and said!