Ah, when I was a bachelor young and airy, Ah, but my mind was content. I married a wife for to lie by me Causes me for to lament.
And when I come home both wet and weary, Wet and weary do I come, My wife's in bed sure 'til after eleven, The longest day in the month of June.
And the first half year that we were married I never could get one wink of sleep. She scratched my shins ‘til the blood did trickle. “Husband dear stretch down your feet.”
Aye, but when that I asked her that question, It's “Husband dear oh, come, come, come.” Young women you know, sure they must have pleasure, A poor man 's labour is never done.
And the second half year that we were married, She bore to me a loving son, And she sat me down for to rock the cradle And gave me kisses when I'd done.
If he cries she beats and scolds me And if he squeals I'm thefirst to run. I'm away from the hag with my coat and britches. A poor man's labour is never done.
So come all ye young men, I pray take a warning, Be sure you choose a loving wife, Aye, and ne'er take home my wife's sister, Or she'll plague you all your life,
Aye, and ne'er take home my wife's mother Or she'll plague you even more. Here take from me my wife and a welcome, Then my trouble and care is o'er.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
