Now I am married, my feet on the flo’.
I wish I was single again,
I wish I was single again.
The water is to bring, the flo’ to sweep,
The children are cryin’ and nothin’ to eat.
I wish I was single again,
I wish I was single again.
Wash their little faces, tuck them in their bed,
In comes that drunken man—I wish he was dead.
I wish I was single again,