ME HANDSOME STEVEDORE (Paul O’Brien)

 

He loves me chestnut head

And he loves me feather bed

And he loves to hear me knocking on the door

He loves to hear me sing

When I’m sitting on the swing

He loves to watch me polishing the floor

 

HE COULDN’T LOVE ME MORE,

LOVE ME MORE, LOVE ME MORE

HE COULDN’T LOVE ME MORE,

HE’S ME HANDSOME STEVEDORE

 

Now he’s a button man

And he works when e’re he can

If not he’s playing snooker in the town

He’s never at a loss

For an answer to the boss

Ne’re a skin could say his tongue is brown

 

In the early morning house

He’s as quiet as a mouse

When he’s had a feed of beer the night before

But when all is said and done

For me he is the one

Even if his shift is old and tore