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FAIRLY SHOT of HER.
O Young men beware of waling a wife,
For I've got a devil as ever had life:
I thought her good crop, but I got but a rap of her,
O gin I were fairly ſhot of her,
Fairly, fairly, fairly ſhot of her,
If ſhe were dead, I would dance on the tap of her,
O gin I were fairly ſhot of her.
When I went to court her ſhe was meek and mild,
She ſeem'd to be dumb, till ſhe got me beguil'd,
Now ſhe roars like a mill, & her tongue is the clap of her,
O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.
It was the other day I ſpoke to her grief,
She roar'd out like thunder and has put me deaf,
So if I get a merchant he's get a cheap pack of her,
O gin I were fairiy ſhot of her, &c.
She lies in her bed till twelve o' the clock,
Then cries Rogue come hither and warm me a ſmock,
Tho' not long ago there was none on the back of her,
O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.
My cows will go yell, and my milk is still ſower,
As I have none to ſkim it till thrown out of door,
The cheeſe that ſhe makes is as tough as the dock of her
O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.
And when ſhe up-riſes it's always in haſte,
To the piſs-pot or dung hill before ſhe be lac'd,
Then down by the fire, with ſtink you'll keep track of her,
O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.
Of her thrift and her ſpinning, O then ſhe will tell,
When ſhe was a maiden was done by herſel,
But now on the fire ſhe will roaſt the nicknack of her,
O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.
