Here's a Cockney verse exposition of petticoat power; a merciful
excerpt only to spare male forum members sensitivities:
IT'S A GREAT BIG SHAME
I've lost a pal, 'e's the best in all the tahn,
But don't you fink 'im dead, becos 'e aint -
But since 'e's wed 'e 'as 'ad ter knuckle dahn -
It's enuf to wex the temper of a saint!
'E's a brewer's drayman wiv a leg o' mutton fist,
An' as strong as a bullick or an 'orse -
Yet in 'er hands 'e's like a little kid -
Oh, I wish as I could get 'im a divorce.
CHORUS
It's a great big shame, an' if she belonged ter me
I'd let 'er know who's who -
Naggin' at a feller wot is six foot free,
And 'er only four foot two!
Oh, they 'adn't been married not a month nor more,
When underneath 'er fumb goes Jim -
Oh, isn't a pity as the likes of 'er
Should put upon the likes of 'im?
Edgar Bateman
(1860-1946)