THOMAS'S SEWING MACHINE | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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You all have heard of sewing machines, and all no doubt have seen There's Wheeler's and there's Wilcox and Singer's machine But although I mention all these names, it's none of them I mean The one I call attention to is Thomas's Machine My wife begged me to buy her one, of course which I could do I loved her and I bought her one but oh, that act I rue For ever since we've had such rows and such disgraceful scenes And all through buying one of Mister Thomas's Machines. Chorus: Oh, Mister Thomas if my agony you'd seen You'd be sorry you invented that wonderful machine For my peace and happiness has never been serene Since my Mary Jane began to work at Thomas's Machine. No sooner had I bought it than to work she did begin And all day long I had to hear that horrid whirring din I gently reprimanded her and told my Mary Jane If I heard that noise too often, it would surely turn my brain You must know that I'm an author, and by writing make my bread And to write well you want silence, and a cool collected head So as any noise disturbed me, you can understand my spleen When I had to write and listen to the whirr of that machine. Chorus: Af first I swore a little swear, and then I swore a big And then I jumped about with rage and almost danced a jig But it never had the least effect, she worked away like steam Sometimes she'd do a flounce or tucker and then she'd do a seam A feeling the reverse of love, almost akin to hate At last came o'er me, and I said, 'My love we'll separate 'I'll take my books and papers to some spot calm and serene Where I can't be annoyed by Mr Thomas's Machine. Chorus: It's two months since I left her, and I certainly must say I regret the cause exceedingly that made me go away So mind you all take warning now, by what you've heard and seen And don't be over-anxious for a Thomas's Machine For if it hadn't been for that , my wife would even now Be residing with her husband, and we'd ne'er have had a row And I never should have purchased it, if this I had foreseen So you see that I have cause to hate a Thomas's Machine. Chorus: |
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Written and performed by Arthur Lloyd (1840-1904) - 1873 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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