Oh, when I was a bachelor young and airy I would mind me wall's content. I married a wife for to lie by me Which causes me aye to lament. When I come home both wet and weary It's wet and weary do I come Me wife's in bed til after eleven On the longest day in the month of June.
And the first half-year that I was married I never could get one wink of sleep. For she scratched my head til the blood did trickle Saying husband dear put down your feet. But when that I asked her the question It's husband dear, come come come Young women, you know, they must have pleasure And a poor man's labour is never done.
And the second half-year that I was married She bore to me a loving son. And she sends me down to rock the cradle And she give me kisses when I'm done, And if he shrieks she beats and bangs me And if he cries, I'm the first to run It's away from the hearth with me coat and me britches And a poor man's labour is never done.
Come all you young men I pray take a warning Be sure and choose a loving wife. And ne'er take home my wife's sister Or she'll plague you all her life. And ne'er take home my wife's mother Or she'll plague you even more You can take from me my wife and welcome And then my troubles will be o'er.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
