Good God! my wife is gone! my wife is gone astray!
The letter it says, “Good-bye, for I’m a going away;
I’ve lived with you six months, John, and so far I’ve been true;
But I’m going away to-day with a handsomer man than you.”
A han’somer man than me! Why, that ain’t much to say;
There’s han’somer men than me go past here every day.
There’s han’somer men than me—I ain’t of the han’some kind;
But a loven’er man than I was, I guess she’ll never find.
Curse her! curse her! I say, and give my curses wings!
May the words of love I’ve spoken be changed to scorpion stings!