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( 2 ) THE WICKED WIFE

I thought when firſt I got a wife, a happy pair we’d be, But ſhe proves the torment of my life. we never can agree. For what I thought my greateſt bliſs, is curſe beyond compare ; and yet the worſt of all is this, ſhe’s mine for ever-mair.

And ſhe’s ay, ay plaguing me, ſhe’s ay plaguing me; She proves the torment of my life, we never can agree.

Of honey-months I’ve heard and read, and hop'd to taſte them too; But ah! I’m grievouſly afraid there’s little of them true: A wicked wife’s the warſt of a’, at leaſt it ſeems to me: My rib ſhe flytes frae morn till night, ‘we’re never like to ’gree.

And ſhe's ay, ay banging me,