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A
i I married me a scolding wife some twenty years ago, And ever since I've lived a life of misery and woe; My wife is such a tyrant that out the house or in She would kick me to the divil for a drop or two of gin.
Chorus
O she worries me, she hurries me;
It is her heart's delight
To bang (!) me with the fire shovel
'Round the room at night.
2 When I come home at night, thinks I, "I'll go to bed"; When scarcely on my pillow one minute laid my head, Then like a roaring lion she opened the door; She pulled me out of bed and slammed me on the floor. |
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B
Sung in 1931 by Mr. Hugh Campbell, Belding. A fragment similar to parts of A. |
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