SHE'S THE BOSS, I'M THE GILLIE.
Written and Composed by James Rolmaz.
Will some kind Christian pack me off to Jericho or Spain,
Or anywhere, so I shall never see my wife again;
She treats me just an if I were a little boy of three,
And scolds until I wish her at the bottom of the sea.
She's the boss, I'm the gillie!
On the lodgers I've to wait, black the boots And clean the gate,
For she's the boss, I'm the gillie! I wish I was a single married man.
At drinking beer or whiskey all creations she'll eclipse;
'Twould take a good-sized bucketful to moisten her sweet lips;
And when she gets a drop too much I'm always in a "funk,"
For she kicks up peace And quietness, and vows it's me that's drunk.- Chorus.
She makes me wash And feed the kid, And rock it off to sleep,
And if it cries, she knocks me with the poker in a heap;
While with the young man lodger she sits cosily at tea,
I'm slaving at the wash-tub, and they both make game of me.-Chorus.