When once they shake hands with a tankard of ale.
Laru, &c.
There’s some jolly wives, love drink as their lives,
Dear neighbours but mind the sad thread of my tale;
Their husbands they’ll scorn, as sure’s they were born,
If once they shake hands with a tankard of ale.
Laru, &c.
From wrangling or jangling, and ev’ry such strife,
Or anything else that may happen to fall;
From words come to blows, and sharp bloody nose,