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[348] beautiful, beautiful daisies; and so on, and so on, ad lachrymam. She bore all this patiently; but one day she said to Maud, “Come! You and these young persons know nothing whatever of real trouble. I will make you a song about a real trouble!” And she produced, words and tune, the following ditty:--

Cookery bookery, oh!

My Irish cook has gone away
Upon my dinner-party day;
I don't know what to do or say--
Cookery bookery, oh!

Chorus:

Sing, saucepan, range, and kitchen fire!
Sing, coals are high and always higher!
Sing, crossed and vexed, till you expire!
Cookery bookery, oh!

She could cook every kind of dish,
“Wittles” of meat and “wittles” of fish,
And soup as fancy as you wish--
And she is gone away!

She weighed two hundred pounds of cheek,
She had a voice that made me meek,
I had to listen when she did speak--
Cookery bookery, oh!

My husband comes, a saucy elf,
And eyes the saucepan on the shelf;
Says he, “Why don't you cook yourself?”
Cookery bookery, oh!

Chorus:

Sing, saucepan, range, and kitchen fire!
Sing, coals are high and always higher!
Sing, crossed and vexed, till you expire!
Cookery bookery, oh!


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