Will keep her from doin’ you dirt.
It’s will er it’s won’t with a woman—
She says when she won’t er she will.
You kin talk till you’re black
In the face, but the shack
Will be bossed by the petticoats still.
We think we’re her lord an’ her master,
She swears she will love an’ obey.
We think we’re the head
Of the house, as she said