Tho' I'm not over burdened with togs
But my figure's my own, and for years I've been known
As the Queen of the Isle of Dogs
I'm a widow intensely sweet
And they tell me I'm worse than nice
I'm true - yes, as steel - not ashamed to reveal
I've been true to one husband thrice.
Chorus: Who'll have a chance of missing something tasty
Not too hasty, slim and waisty
If you want a charming wife, you've only got to say
Gentlemen, you've a perfect treat on
Something to warm your plates of meat on
Chance your luck, show your pluck
I'm throwing myself away.
I have thought I'd go on the stage
For a fortune is in my face
But I never could rest if I went on full dressed
In a bow and a yard of lace
No! connubial are my tastes
A good husband I want, no more
To be sharing his lot in a neat little cot
With a dear little pub next door.
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