I’d often heard of married life, of pleasures without equal,
So I resolved to take a wife, but only mark the sequel.
But while my sorrows I relate, don’t try to raise my ire,
For oh, I’ve often cursed the fate of unhappy Jeremiah.
I courted Jane, the milliner, her parents were my betters,
But soon I had enough of her, when fast bound in wedlock fetters.
For we had a boarder of our own, a man she did admire,
And oft with him she’d be alone in spite of Jeremiah.
Remonstrating was all in vain, she’d always be my master,
And if I tried to stop her tongue, ’twas sure to run the faster.