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No. 86 |
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The Single Girl |
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2 When I was single, my shoes did screak; Now I am married, my shoes they do leak.
3 Three little babes crying for bread,
With none to give them, I'd rather be dead.
4 One a-crying: Mamma, I want a piece of bread; One a-crying: Mamma, I want to go to bed.
5 Wash them little feet and put them to bed,
Along comes a drunkard and wishes they were dead.
6 Wash their little feet and send them to school, Along comes a drunkard and calls them a fool.
7 When he comes in, it's a curse and a row, Knocking down the children and pulling out my hair.
8 Dishes to wash, springs to go to; When you are married, you've all to do.
9 Suppers to get, the cows to milk,
Them blamed little children is all crying yet. |
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