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 You impudent jade take care what you say, You are bound by the laws to obey, And while I am able. I vow and declare, I will not allow you the breeches to wear.

Now from the commands of the Church you stray, When you do me nourish, why then I'll obey, I’m one of your bone, none can us disjoin, Ye know for this half that the breaches a*e mine. To say you’re my flesh, and my bone is a fib. When woman was made twas off a crooked rib. Just like the mules they're cross in the grain. You might as well think a wild ass for to tame.

You'll go with your beaver, your scarf and your veil, And you have flounces hung round your gown tail, With Spanish leather shoes and apron so black, While I must go wanting a shirt to my back. Now what you spend on tobacco and beer, Would purchase two suits of clothes in the year. And yet you'll exclaim against me night and day, For taking my innocent wee cup of tea.

I find that no longer I need persevere, I see you are resolved the breeches to wear, To strive to conquer a woman is vain, It would be easier to conquer an army in Spain! All you childish husbands take warning I pray, Don't rain at your wives for using the tea, For if you would flail them from bead to the toe. Depend upon’t they would have the last blow.

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