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And I'll certainly spoil all the rest of your wares,
saying, O that I ne'er had been married.
You impudent jade to rail against whores,
pray where is your gallant the taylor?
By him you had a bastard you know,
the mean time that I was a sailor.
You rifled my riches you plunder'd my store,
I father'd your bastard when I came on shore,
You adacious jade to rail against whores,
saying, that I ne'er had been married.
The reason of this the women did,
all reason that I had this failing,
He only supply'd your place when away,
the mean time you was a sailing.
For seven long years that was you from home,
why should I ly sighing and tumbling alone,
While you got a Moll, to each port you did come,
saying, O that I ne'er had been married.
Before that you rogue, you disgraced me so,
I pass'd for an honest woman;
But now you have let the neighbours to know,
that I to the taylor was common:
For disgracing me so, you're the son of a whore,
she off' with her cap, and at him once more,
