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Than live with her when she goes mad,
I rather far would die,
The devil take the roaring Jade
when she takes on the gee.
Chor. The gee wife, the gee wife, &c.
My wife and I went out to fight,
and she gave me my beats;
For all that I was fit to do,
my wife she wan the breeks.
She drave the piss-pot in my face,
and near dang oat my eye;
And by my sooth I canna guess,
how my wife's ta'en the gee.
Chor, The gee wife, the gee wife, &c.
She rave the hair out of my head,
and then she rave my cheeks;
And ay since that unhappy day,
my wife she wears the breeks.
I wish that she was sent abroad,
ten miles beyond the sea
I hope my wife should ne'er return,
for to take on the gee.
Chor. The gee wife, the gee wife, &c.
