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The HEN-PECK'D HUSBAND.
YOUNG men and wives I pray attend,
while I relate my ditty,
A wife I have, I do declare,
ſhe's neither handſome, good-natur'd, nor witty.
For better for worſe I took my wife,
all joys of life with me miſcarry'd,
I oft-times wiſh'd, but wiſh'd in vain,
that to her I had ne'er been marry'd.
On Mondy 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.
The fire is out, the bed's unmade,
on her coming home I'm oblig'd to tarry,
And when ſhe does, theſe words ſhe ſays,
I'll make you rue you e’er did marry.
I am your wife, your lawful wife,
to maintain me you muſt endeavour.
I call her jewel, dear, and wife,
but all theſe loving words won't pleaſe'er.
Then with a ſtool ſhe combs my ears,
my coat to the pawnbroker carries,
I oft-times wiſh, and wiſh in vain,
that I had ne'er been marry'd.
