Singing at Her Work

There’s a woman who sings in the choir once a week

      And charms by her excellent voice,

Perhaps she directs him the way he should go,

      And makes the stray sinner rejoice.

And then there’s the woman who sings with the rest

      In the chorus array on the stage,

And then there’s the star who sings above par,

      With the audience always the rage.

Then there’s the woman who brightens the home,

      The wife of the rich man or clerk,

Who passes her time in the right sort of way,

      And joyfully sings at her work.

The church singer pleases, the star entertains,

      The soubrette and chorus are chirk,

But give me the wife, or the girl full of life

      Who joyfully sings at her work.

Sept. 15, ‘10

For Tues. Sept. 20, ‘10

Chirk – to cheer