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Wi’ her neighbour’s wife ſhe had laid them in pawns:
My bane headed ſtaff that I lo’ed ſo dearly:
O! gin my wife &c.
I ne’er was for wrangling nor bawling or ſtrife,
Nor did I deny her the comforts of life:
For when there’s a war, I’m ay for a parley:
O! gin my wife, &c.
When there‘s ony money ſhe muſt keep the purſe;
If I ſeek but a bawbee, ſhe‘ll ſcold and ſhe‘ll curſe:
She lives like a queen, I ſcrimpet and ſparely:
O! gin my wife, &c.
A pint wi‘ her cummers I wad her allow,
But when ſhe ſits down, ſhe gets herſelf fit,
And when ſhe is fu‘ ſhe is unco camſtarie:
O! gin my wife, &c.
When ſhe comes to the ſtreet, ſhe roars and ſhe rants,
Has nae fear of her neighbours, nor minds the houſe wants,
She rants up ſome foor ſang like, Up your heart Charly:
O! gin my wife, &c.
When ſhe comes hame ſhe lays on the lads
The laſſes ſhe ca’s them baith b—hes and j—ds,
And ca‘s myſel‘ ay auld cuckold carlie:
O! gin my wife, &c.
The Irish Oyster Girl.
As I was walking up London ſtreets,
So high then I heard an Iriſh girl cry,
Kind ſir will you buy any oyſters;
