A maid s humble report

I washed your dresses in our river,
And now your silks belong to beaver.
I ironed shirts to make them neat —
I burnt my leg and chair’s seat.

Don’t worry, my good Mady,
Just bring me a cup of tea.
Forgive me, dearest Lady,
But I drank it all, you see.

I mopped the floors till they did gleam,
But slipped and sat in your ice cream.
I made your bed with linen white,
There was a cat — we had a fight.

Don’t worry, my good Mady,
Just bring me a fine cigar.
Forgive me, dearest Lady,
I smoked them all out in the yard.

I swept the kitchen. It isn't wide —
I broke a window on the western side.
I baked an apple pie, so sweet and hot,
But I forgot it in oven! Forgot!

Don’t worry, my good Mady,
Just pour me a drop of brandy.
Forgive me, dearest Lady,
I drank it all... oh, Lady.

I washed the dishes, plate by plate —
But cracked your favorite set of eight.
I set the table to evening fest —
The dog jumped up... you know the rest.

Don’t worry, my good Mady,
Just bring me my hunting gun.
Forgive me, dearest Lady —
The Lord calls me. I must run.

Don’t worry, my good Mady,
Just bring me my hunting gun.

Don’t worry, my good Mady,
Just bring me my hunting gun.

Bring me my hunting gun!
Bring me my hunting gun!
Bring me my hunting gun!
Now!
Bring me my hunting gun!

Forgive me, my dearest Lady —
The Lord calls me. I must run...

Oh, don’t worry, my good Mady!
But... run, my good Mady, run!
But run, Mady, now! Mady, run!

Run! Run! Run!
Run! Run! Run!
Run! Run! Run!