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 HIS ev'nin' I was sittin' wiv Doreen,
Peaceful an' 'appy wiv the day's work done,
Watchin', be'ind the orchard's bonzer green,
The flamin' wonder uv the settin' sun.
Another day gone by; another night
Creepin' along to douse Day's golden light;
Another dawnin', when the night is gone,
To live an' love—an' so life mooches on.
Times I 'ave thought, when things was goin' crook,
When 'Ope turned nark 'an Love fergot to smile,
Of somethin' I once seen in some ole book
Where an ole sore-'ead arsts, "Is life worf w'ile?
But in that stillness, as the day grows dim,
An' I am sittin' there wiv 'er an' 'im—
My wife, my son! an' strength in me to strive,
I only know—it's good to be alive!
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