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Edgar Guest - Little Wrangles
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Lord, we`ve had our little wrangles, an` we`ve had our little bouts;
There`s many a time, I reckon, that we have been on the outs;
My tongue`s a trifle hasty an` my temper`s apt to fly,
An` Mother, let me tell you, has a sting in her reply,
But I couldn`t live without her, an` it`s plain as plain can be
That in fair or sunny weather Mother needs a man like me.

I`ve banged the door an` muttered angry words beneath my breath,
For at times when she was scoldin` Mother`s plagued me most to death,
But we`ve always laughed it over, when we`d both cooled down a bit,
An` we never had a difference but a smile would settle it.
An` if such a thing could happen, we could share life`s joys an` tears
An` live right on together for another thousand years.

Some men give up too easy in the game o` married life;
They haven`t got the courage to be worthy of a wife;
An` I`ve seen a lot o` women that have made their lives a mess,
`Cause they couldn`t bear the burdens that are, mixed with happiness.
So long as folks are human they`ll have many faults that jar,
An` the way to live with people is to take them as they are.

We`ve been forty years together, good an` bad, an` rain an` shine;
I`ve forgotten Mother`s faults now an` she never mentions mine.
In the days when sorrow struck us an` we shared a common woe
We just leaned upon each other, an` our weakness didn`t show.
An` I learned how much I need her an` how tender she can be
An` through it, maybe, Mother saw the better side o` me.
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