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American Ballads and Folk Songs
For I'm a stern old bachelor From matrimony free.
I live upon a homestead claim,
From women I am hid; I do not have to dress a wife
Or take care of a kid,
I have a stove that's worth five cents,
A table worth fifteen; I cook my meals in an oyster can,
And always keep it clean.
I go to bed whene'er I please,
And get up jest the same; I change my socks three times a year
With no one to complain.
I go to church on Sunday morn
Without a wife to storm; My latest paper not rolled up
To beautify her form.
And when I die and go to heaven
As all good bachelors do, I will not have to fret for fear
My wife won't gtt there, too. |
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