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I'm tired of my life,
And wearied of my wife,
It's I will go and drown myself,
But you must push me in.

Sing whack, &c.


If you're tired of your life,
And wearied of your wife,
If you will go and drown yourself,
I’ll soon push you in.

Sing whack, &c.


Then hand in hand together
Till he came to the river brim,
The old pian says, I'll drown myself,
But you must push me in,

Sing whack, &c.


The old woman she took a long run
For to push the old man in,
The old man then he slipt to one side,
And the old b—-h went tumbling in,

Sing whack, &c.


So loudly she did hallo,
And so loudly she did bawl,
The old man says, I am so blind
I can't see you at all:

Sing whack, &c