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Edgar Guest - Ma An` Me
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There’ve been times we`d disagree 
Somethin` awful, Ma an` me; 
Times when I would bang the door 
Never to come back no more, 
An` go stompin` down the street 
Sayin` things I won`t repeat; 
Vowin` that the only course 
For us two was a di-vorce. 
Then when it come time for tea 
We`d make up, would Ma an` me.

We`ve had many a lively spat
Arguin` over this an` that.
There`ve been times when Ma got mad,
Said enough o` me she`d had,
Tired o` listenin` to me jaw;
Reckoned that she`d go t` law,
Tell the judge her tale o` woe,
An` my own way I could go.
Then the children we would see
An` we`d laugh, would Ma an` me.

Ma an` me ain`t angels quite, 
Neither of us does things right. 
She`s got reason fer complaint, 
She ain`t married to a saint; 
Guess I`ve tried her patience more 
Than the children round the door; 
An` at times, by all that`s fine, 
Ma has certainly tried mine. 
But together still are we, 
Pals an` lovers — Ma an` me.
 
We`ve just plodded on the way 
Hand in hand from day to day, 
Workin` for the greatest good, 
Doin` just the best we could. 
Gettin` mad, as people will, 
But remainin` faithful still. 
An` we`ve never gone to bed 
Till we took back all we said, 
Kissed, an` vowed we`d always be 
Pals an` sweethearts—Ma an` me.
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