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You bold sons of Mars, who've been jaded in wars,
 * And subject to many commanders,

Who fought at the Nile, and siege of Bellisle,
 * Where cannons did rattle in Flanders:

It is a far better life than be tied to a wife,
 * What signifies all these alarms?

The loss was to me, for I had a long spree,
 * And ne'er got a cessation of arms.

I've been foolish while young, and still in the wrong,
 * The tempers of women disturb me;

The world may wag, for I've got the bag,
 * And thousands have got it before me.

I was foolish while young, and took my own will,
 * And wisdom to me was a stranger,

I began for to court, and I married for sport,
 * I was not aware of the danger.

At length, to my woe, I match'd with a doe,
 * She early began to the brawling,

These thirteen long years she has rung in my ears,
 * And besides her stiff words a good mauling.

Hard lingo and din they make me look thin,
 * And my garments are all out of order:

My wife she does jibe, and wallops my hide,
 * And ten times docs make me cry murder!

I oft heard it spoke there was virtue in oak,
 * I tri'd it, but found it a folly,

She beat me full sore, I was forc'd to give o'er,
 * And never more lift the shilelah.