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He knows not what to say,
An ass is more a man than he,
Upon a fuddling day.
For it's drink, drink, &c.
My husband is a workman good,
No man can be more civil,
Except upon a fuddling day,
And then he is the devil;
For should I thwart his humour then,
To claret he will fly,
And I have cause to dread his looks,
Upon a fuddling day.
For it's drink, drink, &c.
A friend of mine came in one day,
'Twas cold and foggy weather,
Says I to comfort us we'll have,
A cup of max together:
My husband came is at the time,
I knew not what to say.
I'll wager shall not come again,
Upon a fuddling day,
For it's drink, drink, &c.
FINIS.
