The aged Queen who passed away <br />Had sixty servants, so they say; <br />Twice sixty hands her shoes to tie: <br />Two soapy ones have I. <br /> <br />The old Queen had of beds a score; <br />A cot have I and ask no more. <br />For when the last is said and done <br />One can but die in one. <br /> <br />The old Queen rightly thought that she <br />Was better than the likes o' me; <br />And yet I'm glad despite her grace <br />I am not in her place. <br /> <br />The old Queen's gone and I am here, <br />To eat my tripe and drink my beer, <br />Athinkin' as I wash my clothes: <br />We must have monarchs, I suppose . . . <br />Well, well,--'Taint no skin off my nose!<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/washerwife/
