YOU poor sorry fellow, forbear now to rue,
If ever I marry it shan’t be with you,
For you that considers those things at the first,
The woman that marry’s you surely is curst,
She surely is curs’d, that e’er will have you.
Therefore sorry fellow I bid you adieu.
Whoever does get you, full hard is her lot,
You’ll know how much meal will thicken the pot,
The loaf in the cupboard all day it may ly,
Though she with sad hunger be ready to cry.
She surely is curs’d, that e’er will have you,
Therefore sorry fellow, I bid you adieu.
