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It happened once on a Saturday's night,
When late in the ale-house I tarried:
And as coming home I heard a great noise,
I stood to listen what it was,
A woman cries out, is there no laws:
O that I cannot be unmarried.
You rogue, I brought you a portion you know,
and for this to be served by a villian,
You work all the week, and on Saturday's night,
brings me nothing home but a shilling.
A shilling I have three children to feed,
which is not enough to find them in bread,
She up with the piss-pot and threw't at his head,
saying, O that I ne'er had been married.
She sat herself down for to rest her a while,
and thus she begun for to prattle,
A lecture she gave him again I declare,
which made his poor head for to rattle.
Begone to your whores, I solemnly swear,
if you stay any longer; I'll cut off your ears,
And I'll certainly spoil all the rest of your wares,
saying, O that I ne'er had been married.
You impudent jade to rail against whores,
