"You're lucky you don't have to work"
The City wife said to me
Just what do you do all day?
You're so lucky to be free
I sometimes wonder to myself
Just what I really do
There seems to be so many jobs
And I seem to do so few
Could you spare a minute dear
I can't manage on my own
Two hours later I return
To use the telephone
Would you go to town love,
and pick me up a part?
Can you come & give me a tow?
That damed old truck won't start
Could you drive the tractor please?
While I go home for seed
And bring me down my dinner love
And all the fuel I need
And will you help to pick the stumps
For just a week or two?
I suppose the more we pick this time
Leaves less next year to do
Up the sheep yard next, he cries
Amid the dust & heat
Trying to get some sense out of
Those stupid things called sheep
There's tailing & there's mulesing
Could you shedhand too?
There's dipping & there's drenching
So many jobs to do
And somewhere in between all this
There's animals to be fed
And there's housework to be done
Before I go to bed
And to the city wife who works I say
You're still one step above
You get paid for the job you do
I do mine for love!
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