The Melodist/The Cobler and his Wife

by Anonymous

The Cobler and his Wife.

Last week I took a wife,
And when I first did woo her,
I vow’d to stick thro’ life
Like Cobler’s wax unto her:
But soon we went, by some mishap,
To loggerheads together,
And when my wife began to strap.
Why I began to leather.

My wife, without her shoes,
Is hardly three feet seven;
And I, to all men’s views,
Am full five feet eleven.
So when, to take her down same pegs,
I drubb’d her neat and clever;
She made a bolt right through ray legs,
And ran away for ever.

When she was gone, good lack!
My hair like hogs-hair bristled;
I thought she'd ne’er come back,
So went to work and whistled.
Then let her go, I’ve got my stall,
Whicn may no robber rifle,
Twou’d break my heart to lose my awl,
To lose my wife’s a trifle.

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