In Billingham asthmatics  used to cry

I never knew what winking really meant
Especially if from someone soon to die.
Everyone said my husband was a gent

We  never spent a hot week in a tent
But on the shore we loved to read and lie.
I never knew what winking really meant

He used to pray but seldom during Lent
He did not like the eye of God to pry
Everyone said my husband was a gent

When we met he said I was a saint
But little did he know that I’m a spy
I never knew what blinking really meant

In his arms, I felt I’d  like to faint
But I cannot faint  near ICI
All agree my husband was a gent

His dad was ICI’s astonishment
In Billingham asthmatics  used to cry
I never knew before what stinking  meant

If he died no-one could pay the rent
So mother used to keep him nice and dry
All agree  my husband really spent

If he had to die then so do I
But I have other fish I long to fry
I never knew what winking really meant.
But does it matter since he was a gent?