THAT TROUBLESOME WINK

Written and performed by
(Miss) Norman Grant

Now Susan was modest, so blushing and pink,
But nature had served her unkind,
For one of her eyes had taken to wink,
Which drove her near out of her mind.
When out for a walk, if a man passed her by,
She'd give him an innocent smile,
That troublesome wink would come to her eye,
And he'd chase her for mile after mile.

Susan was blessed with a voice low and sweet,
And the lead of the choir was she,
One Sunday she rose with the choir to her feet,
And the hymn was "Abide with me!"
They watched her entranced as her voice outrang
In tones so pure, and so sad,
"Abide with me!" she sweetly sang,
And winked at the parson like mad.

Alas! poor Susan she lost a good place,
She quite shocked her mistress one day,
By winking right in her master's face
When gathering up the tea tray.
She paid her her wages, and told her to go,
And said, "Have you friends here in town ? "
And Susan said, "Yes, ma'am." and winked at her so,
That she ordered her out with a frown.

One day a pale faced young curate passed by,
And gazed upon Susan so sweet.
He thought her an angel, but being so shy,
Could only gaze down at his feet;
Thought he, "If I only could say what I think!"
If she'd give but a sign that she knows!
He lifted his eyes, and she gave him the wink,
And the shock made the curate propose.