|Poor Scullery Maid
© Copyright George Papavgeris, August 2001
I was challenged to write an "upstairs downstairs" kind of song, and chose the scullery maid simply because nobody ever wrote about them; but decided to give the story a bit of sting in the tail by allowing her to chase her impossible dreams. .
You are a gentleman, young, rich and handsome
And of good character, or so they say.
I only see you the once, every Christmas
When you shake hands with the poor scullery maid.
When first you came to deliver our presents
I was the last, at the end of the queue.
You held my hand just a little bit longer
Or so I thought, and my heart broke in two.
But when you sit at your beautiful table
So full of crystal and silver and lace
The thanks will go to the cook and the butler
I work here too, but I don't get the praise.
The cook said I should remember my station
And in my head I know full well she's right.
But a young girl cannot choose what she's dreaming
And I am dreaming of you every night.
My mother's words in my ears are still ringing
As for the last time she fondled my head:
"Work hard and save, and come back to the village.
The city is not for a poor country maid."
I know that I have to stop all this dreaming
And not imagine impossible plans.
And if I work hard and save then p'rhaps one day
I'll have a man and my own pots and pans.
They say next Christmas you'll be getting married
And that she's pretty and rich just like you.
And that you 'll move to your new home straight after
And as for staff, you will only need few.
The cook said that she will give me her reference
Although she thinks that I'm foolish to try;
And she will give me her cream for my red hands.
And I could swear she had tears in her eyes.
So when you sit at your beautiful table
So full of fine food and beautifully laid
You'll think of good times and good friends and business
But will you think of the poor scullery maid?
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