A collection of comic songs written, Compil'd, Etch'd and Engrav'd, by J. Robertson; and sung by him At the theatres Nottingham, Derby, Stamford, Halifax, Chesterfield, and Redford |
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Things grew worser still, and worser,
Fortune, I had cause to curse her,
Coming home, I lost my wife.
And, so say I, why, Doll, good bye,
The poor wench was very old;
Then, why take on, if so be she's gone,
I can never hear her scold.
Fortune, I had cause to curse her,
Coming home, I lost my wife.
And, so say I, why, Doll, good bye,
The poor wench was very old;
Then, why take on, if so be she's gone,
I can never hear her scold.
(Speaking).
To be sure she was a tight hand at that work, and had an agreeable
way of throwing things at one's head; but, poor soul, I lov'd her so well,
that now she is gone, I can't help singing
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