The bachelor ’e fights for oneAs joyful as can be;But the married man don’t call it fun,Because ’e fights for three —For «Im an’ «Er an’ It(An’ Two an’ One make Three)«E wants to finish ’is little bit,An’ e’ wants to go ’ome to is tea!The bachelor pokes up ’is ’eadTo see if you are gone;But the married man lies down instead,An’ waits till the sights come on,For ’im an’ «Er an’ a hit(Direct or recochee)«E wants to finish ’is little bit,An’ ’e wants to go ’ome to ’is tea.The bachelor will miss you clearTo fight another day;But the married man, ’e says «No fear!»«E wants you out of the wayOf «Im an’ «Er an’ It(An’ ’is road to ’is farm or the sea),«E wants to finish ’is little bit,An’ ’e wants to go ’ome to ’is tea.The bachelor ’e fights ’is fightAn’ stretches out an’ snores;But the married man sits up all night —For ’e don’t like out-o’-doors.«E’ll strain an’ listen an’ peerAn’ give the first alarm —For the sake o’ the breathin’ ’e’s used to ’ear,An’ the ’ead on the thick of ’is arm.