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Batchelors Hall 
I rode seven horses all to death I rode them til they had no breath I wore five saddles to the trees None of those girls will marry me. 
Those women will fret, those women will fuss They spend five hours before their glass The devil take all, I'll have none at all Always stay single, keep Batchelors' Hall. Stay, stay close to my door. 
The women round here, they live by the door They hear but a word and repeat it tiwce o'er Then they add to it as much as they can Always stay single, a batchelor man. 
Batchelors' Hall is always the best If you're sick, drunk or sober it's always a rest No women to scold you, no children to bawl Always stay single, keep Batchelors' Hall 
Batchelors' Hall, Batchelors' Hall I'll always stay single, keep Batchelors' Hall Stay, stay close to my door. 
From the album All Around My Hatx by Steeleye Span. DS oct97