The Scullery Maid
Rosie Diamond was her name|
and scullery maid, her station.
Six generations of Diamond girls
had worn disastrous reputation.
Such clumsy wenches were they,
only permitted to wash pans...no dishes;
all the glassware and the china
were cleaned by others,
at the butler's wishes.
For many years it was the same,
the Diamond girls skivvied downstairs;
mostly jolly girls, they were,
not prone to poking in up-stairs affairs.
Rosie was an exception,
with an eye to the better job.
Upstairs staff dressed better class
and they earned an extra bob.
She befriended Milady's daughter
and the young Miss egged her on.
There was a vacancy in the upstairs staff
that Rose had her eyes upon.
The young Miss spoke up for Rosie
but the butler was mad as a hatter.
In his position of head of staff,
he thought his opinion just might matter.
'Ahem, Milady', he spoke up.
'Excuse me, please', said he.
'There's summat wrong, this shouldn't 'appen;
yon Rose is all wrong, you see.'
'Diamonds belong in the kitchen, Ma'am'
with fine things you can't 'em trust.
They might do a good job scrubbing pots,
but them Diamonds never dust!'
'Oh dear', murmured Her Ladyship,
'What a terrible dilemma.
Then she will simply be companion
to my darling little Emma'.
Clever Rosie studied diligently
and married above her class.
She always has her butler cleaning
her finest crystal and glass.
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