text:  Well, I called me wife and I said to her, Will you kindly tell to me, Who owns them boots beneath the bed, Where my old boots should be? Yelly, you drunk, you dunk, you silly old fool, Still you cannot see, They're two lovely geranium pots, My mother sent to me. Well, this many a day I travelled, A hundred miles or more, With laces in geranium pots, I never saw before.