A Porter’s Love Song (To A Chambermaid)

Though my position's considered low degree
Some fellow travelers may look down on me
I'll go smiling through
Long as I have you
I am the happiest of troubadours
Thinking of you while I'm massaging floors
In my leisure time
I made up this rhyme
I will be the oil mop you could be the oil
So we both could mingle every time we toil
I would be your dustpan if you could be my broom
We could work together all around the room
And day
I would be your shoe brush if you would be my shoe
Then I could keep you bright dear shining just like new
I would be your razor if you would be my blade
That's a porter's love song from his chambermaid
I would be your washboard you could be my tub
Think of all the Mondays we could rub-a-dub
I could be your clothes pin you could be my line
We could hang together wouldn't that be fine
I could be your dishpan you could be my perfect dish
We could meet after meals there
What else can you wish
I would be your window baby
If you'd be my window shade
That's a porter's love song from his chambermaid
That's a porter's love song from his chambermaid