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SPORTING BACHELORS
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Come all you sporting bachelors
Who wish to get good wives,
And never be deceived as I am;
I married me a wife,
Makes me weary of my life,
Let me strive and do all that I can, can, can,
Let me strive and do all that I can.
2
She dresses me in rags,
In the very worst of rags,
While she dresses like a queen so fine;
She goes to the town
By day and by night,
Where the gentlemen do drink wine, wine, wine,
Where the gendemen do drink wine.
3
When I come home
I am just like one alone,
My poor joints trembling with fear,
She'll pout and she'll lour,
She'll frown and look sour,
Till I dare not stir for my life, life, life,
Till I dare not stir for my life.
4
When supper is done,
She just tosses me a bone,
And swears I'm obliged to maintain her;
O sad the day I married,
O that I had longer tarried,
E'er I to the altar was led, led, led,
E'er I to the alar was led! |
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