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 5 By him you had a bastard you know,

the mean time that I was a sailor.

You rifled my riches, you plunder'd my store,

I father'd your bastard when I came on shore,

You adacious jade to rail against whores,

saying, O that I ne'er had been married.

The reason of this the women did,

all reason that I had this failing,

He only supply'd your place when away,

the mean time you was a sailing

For seven long years that was you from home,

Why should I ly sighing and tumbling alone,

While you got a Moll, to each port you did come,

saying, O that I ne'er had been married.

Before that you rogue, you disgraced me so

I pass'd for an honest woman;

But now you have let the neighbours to know,

that I to the taylor was common:

For disgracing me so, you're the son of a whore,

she off with her cap, and at him once more,

Then presently they did roll on the floor,

saying, O that I ne'er had been married.

The children did squall, the dishes did fly

the pipkins did rattle like thunder,