I'm very unhappy, tho' nothing I've done.
I'll tell you the cause of my sorrow;
To-morrow my darling is leaving the run,
She goes from the station to-morrow.
The missus and she had a bit of a row
About something or other this morning;
The missus she started abusing her so,
My darling at last gave her warning.
CHORUS
Oh, bother the missus, and bother her tongue,
And bother her snapping and snarling;
Through wagging her jaws, without any cause,
To-morrow I'm losing my darling.
She went in the kitchen and kicked up a row,
She said that my darling was lazy;
My poor little darling had nothing to say —
She thought that the missus was crazy.
'Tis jealousy, boys, was the cause of it all,
For my darling had done well her duty;
The missus, confound her, is scraggy and tall,
My darling a plump little beauty.
Chorus: Oh, bother, etc.
I went in the office and picked up a book,
And sadly was turning the pages,
When the missus came in, and said she, with a look,
"Pay up this young woman her wages."
"It cannot be done, ma'am," said I with a grin,
"Your husband his cheque-book has taken:"
To tell an untruth was not much of a sin,
Especially when your heart is aching.
Chorus: Oh, bother, etc.
The boss is expected home by the next mail,
And the missus, confound her and dang her,
Of course with her husband is sure to prevail;
What woman would not in her anger?
My darling is packing as fast as she can,
She vows she will go in the morning,
Was ever a man tormented as I am?
My heart will seek solace in mourning.
Chorus: Oh, bother, etc.
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OLD BUSH SONGS A. B. "Banjo" Paterson -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To-morrow I'm Losing My Darling (Air: Rory O'More.) I'm very unhappy, tho' nothing I've done. I'll tell you the cause of my sorrow; To-morrow my darling is leaving the run, She goes from the station to-morrow. The missus and she had a bit of a row About something or other this morning; The missus she started abusing her so, My darling at last gave her warning. CHORUS Oh, bother the missus, and bother her tongue, And bother her snapping and snarling; Through wagging her jaws, without any cause, To-morrow I'm losing my darling. She went in the kitchen and kicked up a row, She said that my darling was lazy; My poor little darling had nothing to say -- She thought that the missus was crazy. 'Tis jealousy, boys, was the cause of it all, For my darling had done well her duty; The missus, confound her, is scraggy and tall, My darling a plump little beauty. Chorus: Oh, bother, etc. I went in the office and picked up a book, And sadly was turning the pages, When the missus came in, and said she, with a look, "Pay up this young woman her wages." "It cannot be done, ma'am," said I with a grin, "Your husband his cheque-book has taken:" To tell an untruth was not much of a sin, Especially when your heart is aching. Chorus: Oh, bother, etc. The boss is expected home by the next mail, And the missus, confound her and dang her, Of course with her husband is sure to prevail; What woman would not in her anger? My darling is packing as fast as she can, She vows she will go in the morning, Was ever a man tormented as I am? My heart will seek solace in mourning. Chorus: Oh, bother, etc. Old Bush Songs, 1905
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