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[Music ]
Of all the simple things we do,
To rub over a Whimsical Life;
There's no one Folly is so true,
As that very bad Bargain a Wife;
We'er just like a Mouse in a Trap,
Or Vermin caught in a Gin;
We Sweat and Fret, and try to Escape,
And Curse the sad Hour we came in.
I Gam'd and Drank, and play'd the Fool,
And a Thousand Mad frolicks more;
I Rov'd and Rang'd, despis'd all Rule,
But I never was Married before;
This was the worst Plague could ensue,
I'm Mew'd in a smoky House;
I us'd to Tope a Bottle or two,
But now 'tis small Beer with my Spouse.
My darling Freedom crown'd my joys,
And I never was vext in my way;
If now I cross her Will her Voice,
Makes my Lodging too hot for my stay;
Like a Fox that is hamper'd in vain,
I fret out my Heart and Soul;
Walk to and fro the length of my Chain,
Then forc'd to Creep into my Hole.
