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Young men beware of waling a wife,

For I've got a devil as ever had life:

I thought her good crop, but I got but a rap of her,

O gin I were fairly ſhot of her,

Fairly, fairly, fairly ſhot of her,

If ſhe were dead, I would dance on the tap of her,

O gin I were fairly ſhot of her.

When I went to court her ſhe was meek and mild,

She ſeem'd to be dumb, till ſhe got me beguil'd,

Now ſhe roars like a mill, & her tongue is the clap of her,

O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.

It was the other day I ſpoke to her grief,

She roar'd out like thunder and has put me deaf,

So if I get a merchant he's get a cheap pack of her,

O gin I were fairiy ſhot of her, &c.

She lies in her bed till twelve o' the clock,

Then cries Rogue come hither and warm me a ſmock,

Tho' not long ago there was none on the back of her,

O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.

My cows will go yell, and my milk is still ſower,

As I have none to ſkim it till thrown out of door,

The cheeſe that ſhe makes is as tough as the dock of her

O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.

And when ſhe up-riſes it's always in haſte,

To the piſs-pot or dung hill before ſhe be lac'd,

Then down by the fire, with ſtink you'll keep track of her,

O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.

Of her thrift and her ſpinning, O then ſhe will tell,

When ſhe was a maiden was done by herſel,

But now on the fire ſhe will roaſt the nicknack of her,

O gin I were fairly ſhot of her, &c.