If the wife asked for a favour,
Then she flew into a fever,
Gave to her a precious thump, sir,
Which after left a largeish lump, sir,
Then her limbs so straight and tall, sir,
She turn’d her face against the wall, sir,
And oft have quarrel’d and much strife, sir,
Because he would not cuddle the wife, sir.
Why I must say, Mother Chatter, if he had been my husband, I think after hard work all day he must have slept sound, and I would have seen what he was before I rose in the morning, or I’d know the reason why.
Was woman ever so perplex’d, sir,