The Chambermaid
When clouds obscure the evening sky,
And rains in torrents pour,
The inn with joy the travellers spy,
And seek its welcome door.
’Tis there I stand to please them all,
And follow still my trade;
I smile and run whene’er they call,
A merry little chambermaid.
But when appears the dawn of day,
Farewell to every guest,
They take their leaves and onward stray,
Some east and others west.
And when that horrid bore, the bill,
Is call’d for, read, and paid,
I cry, “I hope, give what you will,
You’ll not forget the chambermaid.”
Thus happy might I pass my life,
But love rules in my breast,
And till I’m made a happy wife,
I ne’er shall be at rest.
Then Fortune’s gifts in vain she sheds,
For love I leave my trade;
And give my all to him who weds
The merry little chambermaid.