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I am a batchelor just in my prime

who had a good mind to get married,

It happened once on a Saturday's night,

When late in the ale-house tarried;

And as coming home I heard a great noise,

I stood to listen what it was

A woman cries out O is there no laws!

O that I cannot be unmarried.

You rogue, I brought you a portion you know,

and for this to be served by a villian,

You work all the weck, and on Saturday's night,

brings me nothing home but a shilling,

A shilling I have three children to feed

which is not enough to find them in bread,

She up wish the piss-pot and threw at his head,

saying, that I ne'er had been married

She sat herself down for to rest her a while,

and thus she began for to prattle,

A lecture she gave him again I declare,

which made his poor head for to rattle.

Begone to your whores, I solemnly swear,

if you stay any longer, I'll cut off your ears,