Musical garland/The cobler's marriage

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The Cobler's Marriage.

Last week I got a wife,
⁠And when I first did woo her,
I vow‘d to stick through life
⁠Like cobler‘s wax unto her:
But soon we went by some mishap,
⁠To loggerheads together,
And when my wife began to strap,
⁠Why I began to leather.

My wife without her shoes,
⁠Is hardly three feet seven,
And I, to all men's views,
⁠Am full, five feet eleven;
So when to take her down some pegs.
⁠I drabb'd her neat and clever;
She made a bolt right through my legs,
⁠And ran away for ever.

When she was gnoe good lack!
⁠My hair like hogs hair bristled,
I thought she‘d ne‘er come back,
⁠So went to work and whistled;
Then let her go, I‘ve got my stall,
⁠Which my no robber rifle;
'Twould break my heart to lose my awl,
⁠To lose my wife's a trifle.