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I am a roving batchelor,

and has been all my life,

And now I do intend for

to go and seek a wife.

Such a wife as I want,

is not for to be found,

And such a wife as I want,

is not above the ground.

It’s if I marry an old one,

I’m sure that she will fade,

And if I marry a young one,

she’ll kill me with her pride;

It’s if I marry a tall one,

she’ll crack me on the crown,

And if I marry a little one,

they pull the young men down.

It’s if I marry a pretty one,

a cuckold I will be,

And if I marry an ugly one,

the boys will laugh at me.

