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The Sorrowful Husband.
You bold sons of Mars, who've been jaded in wars,
And subject to many commanders,
Who fought at the Nile, and siege of Bellisle,
Where cannons did rattle in Flanders:
It is a far better life than be tied to a wife,
What signifies all these alarms?
The loss was to me, for I had a long spree,
And ne'er got a cessation of arms.
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I've been foolish while young, and still in the wrong,
The tempers of women disturb me;
The world may wag, for I've got the bag,
And thousands have got it before me.
I was foolish while young, and took my own will,
And wisdom to me was a stranger,
I began for to court, and I married for sport,
I was not aware of the danger.
At length, to my woe, I match'd with a doe,
She early began to the brawling,
These thirteen long years she has rung in my ears,
And besides her stiff words a good mauling.
Hard lingo and din they make me look thin,
And my garments are all out of order:
My wife she does jibe, and wallops my hide,
And ten times docs make me cry murder!
I oft heard it spoke there was virtue in oak,
I tri'd it, but found it a folly,
She beat me full sore, I was forc'd to give o'er,
And never more lift the shilelah.
