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Therefore I do think there is nothing a-wanting,
Could I but enjoy that happy day;
And now I think it is time to be granting,
And oh to be married, if this be the way.
O fooliſh young girl, you talk to your knowledge,
But little you know the danger you run;
Before you are married, you think you have all things.
And then you want every thing e’le but a man.
Your husband will chide you and ſay you are laſy,
And ſwear that the tea takes the money away:
Perhaps the next morning the landlord will crave you,
You would ne’er like to marry if you knew the way.
And next, to your comfort, your apron's a riſing,
And you muſt provide for the crying out;
Blankets, and pins, and tapes muſt be wanting,
Your clothes muſt be broken to make baby clouts;
And nurſing and ſpinning is all your employment,
And twenty things more to do all the day;
This the fruit of your wedlock enjoyment,
You would ne er like to marry if you knew the way.
Says Moll to her miſtreſſ, I pray vou give over,
