Good Company

Take good care of what you've got My father said to me As he puffed his pipe and baby B He dandled on his knee Don't fool with fools who'll turn away Keep all good company Oh, ho, oh, ho Take care of those you call your own And keep good company Soon I grew up and happy too My very good friends and me We'd play all day with Sally J The girl from number four Very soon, I begged her Won't you keep me company? Oh, ho, oh, ho Oh, ho, oh, ho Come marry me forevermore We'll be good company Now marriage is an institution, sure My wife and I, our needs and nothing more All my friends by a year By and by disappeared But we're safe enough behind our door I flourished in my humble trade My reputation grew The work devoured my waking hours But when my time was through Reward of all my efforts My own limited company I hardly noticed Sally, as we parted company All through the years, in the end, it appears There was never really anyone, but me Now I'm old, I puff my pipe But no one's there to see I ponder on the lesson of my life's insanity Take care of those you call your own (Own, own) And keep good company