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Well I came into a scolding wife a few short years ago |
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And ever since I lead a life of misery and woe |
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My wife she is a tyrant around the room and inn |
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I should sell her to the devil for a glass or two of gin |
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Sure I'll get up and go to work as mild as any man |
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And she'll get up and dress herself and go and have her dram |
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I never chance to say a word, it's well I know my due |
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She'll follow me with the fire shovel up and down the room |
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And if the devil would take her I'd thank him for his pain |
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I swear to God I'll hang myself if I get married again |
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And if the devil would take her I'd thank him for his pain |
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Though I swear to God I'll hang myself if I get married again |
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When I get up at breakfast time she'll tap me on the head |
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when I come home at dinner time I'll find her drunk in bed |
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When I come home at supper time at patience I must stop |
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'Cause she drinks what's in the teapot and I must drink the slop |
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And if the devil would take her I'd thank him for his pain |
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I swear to God I'll hang myself if I get married again |
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And if the devil would take her I'd thank him for his pain |
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Though I swear to God I'll hang myself if I get married again |
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Well one I asked me scolding wife if I could go to bed |
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She scarce gave me and hour on the pillow to lay my head |
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When like a roarin' lion she came bustin' down the door |
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She caught me by the middle and threw me naked on the floor |
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And if the devil would take her I'd thank him for his pain |
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I swear to God I'll hang myself if I get married again |
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And if the devil would take her I'd thank him for his pain |
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Though I swear to God I'll hang myself if I get married again |
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Now me and my companions go to a public place |
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She'll search around the neighborhood until she finds my face |
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She'll hoist me up in ridicule before the company |
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Saying', "Petticoats is your master and forever more shall be!" |
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And if the devil would take her I'd thank him for his pain |
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I swear to God I'll hang myself if I get married again |
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And if the devil would take her I'd thank him for his pain |
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Though I swear to God I'll hang myself if I get married again |
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And if the devil would take her I'd thank him for his pain |
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I swear to God I'll hang myself if I get married again |
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And if the devil would take her I'd thank him for his pain |
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Though I swear to God I'll hang myself |
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I swear to God I'll hang myself |
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I swear to God I'll hang myself if I get married again |
