I Wish I Were Single Again.
Once I was single and lived at my ease,
Now I am married with a husband to please,
Three little children, too, to maintain,
Oh, how I wish I were single again.
One crying, mama, I want some bread,
Another, papa, I want to go to bed;
Washing and dressing them, the daily dread,
While papa sits scolding and wishing he were dead.
Washing and ironing I also have to do,
And carding and spinning I well remember, too.
Sweeping the floor and going to the spring,
Oh, how I wish I was single again.
These young men they flirt about the town
As if they were worth a thousand pounds,
Searching their pockets, not a penny will you find,
And quite as empty is their mind.
When they first begin to love,
It's my darling, little turtle dove;
When they're married 'tis another song they sing-
Get to work, you good for nothing thing.