Good Company

Take good care of what you’ve got, my father said to me
As he puffed his pipe and baby B, He dandled on his knee
Don’t fool with fools who’ll turn away, Keep all good company
Oohoo oohoo
Take care of those you call your own and keep good company
Soon I grew and happy too, my very good friends and me
We’d play all day with Sally J, the girl from number four
And very soon I begged her, won’t you keep me company?
Oohoo oohoo, oohoo oohoo, come marry me for evermore
We’ll be good company

Now marriage is an institution sure
My wife and I our needs and nothing more
All my friends by a year, by and by, disappeared
But we’re safe enough behind our door

I flourished in my humble trade my reputation grew
The work devoured my waking hours but when my time was through
Reward of all my efforts, my own Limited Company

I hardly noticed Sally as we parted company
All through the years in the end it appears
There was never really anyone but me
Now I’m old I puff my pipe but no-one’s there to see
I ponder on the lesson of my life’s insanity
Take care of those you call your own
And keep good company

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