Green Grows the Rashes/The Hen-peck'd Husband
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THE HEN-PECK'D HUSBAND.
Young men and wives I pray attend, while I relate my ditty,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 it is light, like a horse then I do labour,And when that I come home at night, madam's gossiping with each neighbour.
FINIS.