The Year That's Awa (1)/A Man Without a Wife

by Anonymous

For other versions of this work, see A Man Without a Wife.

A MAN WITHOUT A WIFE.

Air—My eye and Betty Martin, O.

A man without a wife
Knows no comfort of his life,
And none but a fool would live single, O.
For when your buckled to,
You have nothing else to do,
But hear her pretty tongue go jingle jingle, O.

Her voice is quite divine;
And if you should incline
To have a single moment of quiet, O,
It would be of little use,
Unless you loved abuse,
For she kicks up such a devil of a riot, O.

She'll simper, blush, and grin,
And taste a drop of gin,
Or else a little sup of full proof brandy, O,
And when it makes her stagger,
Lord! how the jade will swagger,
And her husband she proclaims a Smithfield dandy, O.

Then who the devil would
Live single, if he could
In women find these virtues so delightful, O,
For though they scratch and fight,
Still they are our great delight,
And he that lives without one must be spiteful, O.

 

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