CCXXI.
O AY MY WIFE SHE DANG ME.
Tune—“My wife she dang me.”
[Other verses to the same air, belonging to the olden times, are still remembered in Scotland: but they are only sung when the wine is in, and the sense of delicacy out. This song is in the Museum.]
I.
O ay my wife she dang me,
And aft my wife did bang me,
If ye gie a woman a’ her will,
Gude faith, she’ll soon o’er-gang ye.
On peace and rest my mind was bent,
And fool I was I married;
But never honest man’s intent,
As cursedly miscarried.
II.
Some sairie comfort still at last,
When a’ their days are done, man;
My pains o’ hell on earth are past,
I’m sure o’ bliss aboon, man.
O ay my wife she dang me,
And aft my wife did bang me,
If ye gie a woman a’ her will,
Gude faith, she’ll soon o’er-gang ye.