Jean Blewett (1862–1934)

SHE is so winsome and so wise

She sways us at her will,

And oft the question will arise,

What mission does she fill?

And so I say with pride untold,

And love beyond degree,

This woman with the heart of gold,

She just keeps house for me—

For me,—

She just keeps house for me.

A full content dwells in her face,

She ’s quite in love with life,

And for a title, wears with grace

The sweet, old-fashioned ‘Wife’;

And so I say with pride untold,

And love beyond degree,

This woman with the heart of gold

She just keeps house for me—

For me,—

She just keeps house for me.

What though I toil from morn till night,

What though I weary grow,

A spring of love and dear delight

Doth ever softly flow;

And so I say with pride untold,

And love beyond degree,

The woman with the heart of gold

She just keeps house for me.

Our children climb upon her knee

And lie upon her breast,

And ah! her mission seems to me

The highest and the best;

And so I say with pride untold,

And love beyond degree,

This woman with the heart of gold

She just keeps house for me.