WE have an old mother that peevish is grown; She snubs us like children that scarce walk alone; She forgets we're grown up and have sense of our own; Which nobody can deny, deny, Which nobody can deny. If we don't obey orders, whatever the case, She frowns, and she chides, and she loses all pati- Ence, and sometimes she hits us a slap in the face; Which nobody, etc. Her orders so odd are, we often suspect That age has impaired her sound intellect; But still an old mother should have due respect; Which nobody, etc. Let's bear with her humors as well as we can; But why should we bear the abuse of her man? When servants make mischief, they earn the rattan; Which nobody, etc. Know, too, ye bad neighbors, who aim to divide The sons from the mother, that still she's our pride; And if ye attack her, we're all of her side; Which nobody, etc. We'll join in her lawsuits, to baffle all those Who, to get what she has, will be often her foes; For we know it must all be our own, when she goes; Which nobody can deny, deny, Which nobody can deny. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MOTHER TO HER WAKING INFANT by JOANNA BAILLIE THE LAST RESERVATION by WALTER LEARNED WARREN'S ADDRESS [TO THE AMERICANS] [AT BUNKER HILL] [JUNE 17, 1775] by JOHN PIERPONT THE PRINCESS: LULLABY by ALFRED TENNYSON THE REVENGE; A BALLAD OF THE FLEET by ALFRED TENNYSON AUTHOR TO HIS CHILD by FRANCES AIRTH |