The Languishing Husband.
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YOU married Men and Batchelors,
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Give Ear to my Ditty,
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In opes to move your Hearts
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Into a strain of Pity.
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For you my Love I have lost,
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And I cant tell where to find her,
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But since she is gone let her go,
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And never more will mind her.
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I had a Pervese froward wife,
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And with her was tormented,
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But now from me she is gone away,
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Ill strive to be contented:
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We never did agree where she was,
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I vow I do not flatter,
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If would give all the world,
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If I could but come at her.
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I by chance to the Ale-house went
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There to spend a Penny,
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She made the Mugs and Glasses fly
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And then abusd my Friends, Sir;
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She had a Tongue most loudly hung,
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Like to great Tom of Lincoln,
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You might hear her sound five miles round
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Pray tell me what you think on.
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When first I to England came,
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She sent to me a Letter,
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In Hopes that I would come to her,
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But she was never the better:
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I pushed off the Boat with the bottom out
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Resolving not to flatter;
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Let her live or die, sink or swim,
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I never would be at her.
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I had her Grave made deep and wide
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That she might lie easy,
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I cryd a little for Fashion Sake,
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Altho with sorrow seizd;
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There was rung and fill drink and
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The Night that she was buried,
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And for the time to come again,
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Ill never more be married.
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