The Sailor's Wife's Policy, or, the Knowing Barber Taken in/The Married Man
THE MARRIED MAN.
A Man that is marry'd had better be hang'd,
For his wife like an imp at his elbow doth stand,
Crying, Sirrah, go, go; and Sirrah, come, come,
A poor man is never easy abroad nor at home.
If he goes to the alehouse to drink with a friend,
His wife follows after to see what he spends;
Crying, Come along home you son of a whore,
Your mugs and your glasses I'll kick to the floor.
For those brawling women that can't have their will,
They sham themselves drunk, or else very ill;
No, nor ever was guilty of any bad crime.
'Till their husbands catch'em, then it's the first time.
Whilst a man is working and toiling for wealth,
His wife on her bed is consulting her health;
With her gossipping crew around her all day,
If they sit e'er so long, they'll cry they can't stay.
So a man that is single he lives at his ease,
Get drunk, or keep sober, he does as he please,
No wife to controul him, no children to cry;
How happy's the man that a batchelor dies.