Poor mamma Lou had let us in 

She let us in to drink and eat 

Not realizing we boys loved to sin 

And she would wast the night in defeat.

 We ate all the toast 

From the pantry door. 

We ate the fig roast

Behind the fridge door. 

We drank all the milk 

 That she freshly gained. 

And we ruined the silk 

Which is now stained. 

 We laughed and we chatter 

As we drank our ale, 

But Momma Lou yelled scatter,

 But to no prevail. 

 We ait all the cheeze 

That she hid in a sheet, 

And we drank all her ale.

 Was she feeling defeat? 

 We giggled and sang 

As poor momma Lou cried, 

And then the door rang 

Making Lou's eyes go wide. 

More of our brothers came in

 And tossed off their hats, 

Not a single one thin

 Spreading mud on Lou's mats. 

 We drank all the drink 

And we ate all the food, 

Too happy to think 

We were in a good mood, 

But Momma Lou stormed in 

Swinging an old mop 

Then started hitting my kin 

Shouting "This has to stop" 

 "You drank all my drink 

And you ate all my food" 

Our awful hearts started to sink 

Scared of poor Lou in her mood.

"Now clean up my house" poor momma Lou said 

Then whacked me in the spine, 

And she walloped my aching head 

Shouting "And buy me bread and wine" 

 We came back the next day 

Not an hour past sunset. 

We had nothing to say 

That wouldn't make her upset.

We gave her fresh bread 

And gave her the best wine. 

Then she kissed my forehead 

Saying "You boys are fine"