Man, Poor Man - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MAN, POOR MAN. Copyright, 1888, by Henry J. Wehman. Written and composed by Jas. McAvoy. 
Who is it that the subject of my song is all about? Man, poor man! Who is It that the women folks they always have a doubt of. Man, poor man! Who is it when he's married he soon finds out his mistake? Who in it gets a thumping if he dares to make a break? And who is it says he wishes his wedding night it was his wake? Man, poor man' 
Chorus. Man, man rules this great nation, Man, man to this world is known. But,women will stop you in all stages and stations, You hardly can say your soul is your own. 
Who is It walks the floor at night and never goes to bed? Man, poor man! And who is it that gets all the blame if baby's hair is red? Man, poor man! Who is it gets up early for to start the morning fire? Who gets all the coal and kindling wood, please, may I inquire? It is woman, lovely woman! No! excuse me, I am a liar. It is man, poor man! 
Chorus. Man, man sleeps on a clothes-line, Man, man's afraid for to snore, Man, if you do your wife will get even, She'll make you get up and go sleep on the floor. 
Who is it says he'll have no mother-in-law about the house? Man, poor man! But who is it when his wife speaks up he weakens like a mouse? Man, poor man! Who is it dodges knives and forks, and kettles, pans and plates? Who stands before the glass'and sees his eyes don't look like mates? And who walks upon his uppers just because he has no skates? Mail, poor man! 
Chorus. Man, man, when you're married you're murdered, No good for anything, what are you worth? You let your wife lick you, smash you and kick you. If youhave any sense, get off the earth. 
Who sometimes thinks his wife she is an angel from above? Man, poor man! Who never takes a tumble that she's got another lover? Man. poor man! Who is it when he finds it out he makes an awful kick? Who is it starts in drinking, soon becomes a total wreck? And who is it says I married her and got it in the neck? Man. poor man! 
Chorus. Man, man, good enough for you, Man, man, ain't you a jay? Man, man. never get married And raise up your children the very same way.