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 A wife I have I do declare,
 * she’s neither handsome, neat or witty.

For better, for worse, I took my wife,
 * all joys of life with me miscarry’d,

I oft times wish, but wish in vain,
 * that to her I had ne’er been marry’d.

On Monday morning, ere is in light,
 * like a horse then I do labour,

And when that I come home at night,
 * madam’s gossiping with ca’h neighbour.