THE
Complaining Maid.
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LONG time Ive been married, teh most of
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my grief,
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Long time Ive been marryd and find no relief,
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Long time Ive been marryd and still am a maid,
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I am ruind, I am ruind, I am ruind she said.
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I gave her fine sugar plumbs every night,
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And told her there could be no greater delight,
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No greater delight can be for a bride,
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I am ruind. Im ruind she cryd.
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I gave her fine ribbons all gilded with gold,
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And many a story unto her I told,
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But still she flew on me like a bird on a tree.
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I am ruind, I am ruind, I am ruind she said.
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My father gave me five acres of Land,
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My mother gave me five hundred pounds,
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And I kept it all for the sake of a man,
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I am ruind, I am ruind, I am ruind do all that
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I can.
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My husband lies by me like one thats bewitchd,
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Fot the hem of my garment he ever will touch,
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And I do lie by him like a distressd wife,
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I am weary, I am weary, I am weary of my life.
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I wishd that hed do as my neighbours have done,
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To get me a delicate daughter or son,
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For I long to enjoy the sweet gossiping erew,
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[I] am ruind; I am ruind and what shall I do.
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