With Apologies to Rabbie

A Wumman's a Wumman

A cleaner, cook, a mither, wife,
A job as weel for a' that,
A skivvie a' her wedded life
Wha else wid e'er dae a' that?
For a' that an' a' that,
She loves him still for a' that,
She surely must be aff her heid
For puttin up wi' a' that.

Noo drivin' trains an' flyin' planes,
E'en Prime Minister an' a' that,
An' still wi' time to mind the weans,
A wumman's a wumman for a' that.
For a' that an' a' that,
Her varicose veins an' a' that,
No man could surely stand the pace
O' being a wumman an' a' that.

For men are sure a helpless band,
They're just big bairns, for a' that,
Without a wumman to haud their hand.
They'd soon fair starve, an' a' that,
For a' that, an' a' that.
She suffers the gowk for a' that,
Wha else could put up wi' a man,
His gallus ways an' a' that.

Hoosework's meant for two tae share,
The washin' up an a' that,
But the eejit just gets in her hair
An' roond her feet an' a' that.
For a' that an' a' that
She's nae time tae spare for a' that,
So he goes boozin' wi his pals
While she gets oan wi' a' that.

But when he rolls in fae the pub
Muckle fu' an' a' that,
An' then demands a plate o' grub,
She'll clip his ear for a' that.
For a' that an' a' that,
He'll sleep wi' the dug for a' that,
The wumman micht weel be a saint,
But she'll no put up wi' a' that.

So suffer a' her finger wags,
Her sharpened tongue an' a' that,
An' jist ignore the way she nags,
God knows that she's worth a' that.
For a' that an' a' that,
Her screechin' nark an' a' that,
A wumman fair o' face an' heart
Should treasured be for a' that.