One day she ask’d this man to tea, she told me to retire,
I left her sitting on his knee, what a treat for Jeremiah!
Now we had two children of our own, and oft I had to mind ’em,
And when she walk’d with other men, I had to walk behind ’em.
But what is more to my disgrace, oh, lord, I feel on fire,
The children didn’t look in the face a bit like Jeremiah.
Oh, I’d been to work quite hard one day, when to my home returning,
I found my wife had ran away, and all my offers spurning.
Of reason I was near bereft, folks thought I would expire,
For oh, she took the goods and left the brats for Jeremiah.