Put me upon an island where the girls are few

All the boys are longing to be put amongst the girls
Bless their little curls, 
They're all right, are the girls, 
That's when they keep themselves as girls, but very sad to state,
There's some of them have got in to a fighting mood of late;
So when the woman of today, 
Comes near, let me be miles away.

Put me on an island where the girls are few
put me amongst most ferocious lions in the zoo
You can put me on a treadmill and I'll never, never fret,
But for pity's sake don't put me near a Suffragette.
[twice]

Now for instance let us take the fellow newly wed, 
The fellow newly wed, 
Soon wishes he was dead, 
He'll walk around town in such a sloppy sort of way,
And to his dearest pal he hasn't got a word to say; 
So when the ladies gather near,
You'll find your humble disappear.


Just imagine how you'd look outside your cottage door
With children three or four, 
Dame Fortune may grant more! 
Your wife she sits in Parliament commanding prolonged cheers,
While little Tommy's sticking jammy fingers in your ears; 
An angel I shall choose to be,
The day that woman is called MP