Its of a Yorkshire couple, this story I'll relate, 
Who waited on retirement with apprehension great. 
In their little mill tied cottage, said Amos feeling 
low, 
We've to leave this house tomorrow, wherever shall we 
go?
Wherever shall we go, wherever shall we go? 
We've to leave this house tomorrow, wherever shall we 
go?
Said Martha unto Amos, well don't you fret old lad
The thought of your retirement, it ought to make you 
glad. 
Since the minute we got married I've saved for a rainy 
day
Each time that we made love I put half a crown away. 
Do you see that row of cottages, down by Dog and Gun, 
We hadn't been married but a year before I'd bought 
first one, 
The second two years later, the third it brought me 
tears, 
The fourth one took much longer, over twenty years. 
Said Amos unto Martha, you know I love you so, 
And now I see the wisdom of reaping what you sow. 
But one thing vexes me though, why did you never tell,
If I hadn't of played away, I'd have had Dog and Gun as 
well. 
Said Martha unto Amos, well you know I love you dear, 
But when you said you were working late, well I knew 
where you were. 
Do you remember our old milkman, the one that were such 
fun, 
Well I did the same with him, and I bought him Dog and 
Gun.