Green Grows the Rashes/The Hen-pick'd Husband
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THE HEN-PECK'D HUSBAND.
Young men and wives I pray attend,
while I relate my dilly,
A wife I have I do declare,
she's neither handsome, neat or witty.
while I relate my dilly,
A wife I have I do declare,
she's neither handsome, neat or witty.
For better, for worse, I took my wife,
all joys of life with me miscarry'd,
I oft times wish, but wish in vain
that to her I had ne'er been marry'd.
all joys of life with me miscarry'd,
I oft times wish, but wish in vain
that to her I had ne'er been marry'd.
On Monday morning, ere it is light,
like a horse then I do labour,
And when that I come home at night,
madam's gossiping with each neighbour.
like a horse then I do labour,
And when that I come home at night,
madam's gossiping with each neighbour.
FINIS.