For Mothering!

Up to the Hall, my lady there'll wear her satin gown,

For little Miss and Master'll be coming down from town.

Oh ay, the childern's coming! The CHILDERN did I say?

Of course, they're man and woman grown, this many and many a day.

But still, my lady's mouth do smile, and squire looks fit to sing,

As Master John and Miss Elaine is coming

Mothering.