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Once I was a brisk young bachelor, Till I gained a handsome wife; I wanted some one to live by me, Help me lead a sober life. With my whack fal lor, the diddle and the dido, Whack fal lor, the diddle-i-day. First half year that I was married, She'd not do a stroke of work, But always grumbled, always scolded, Made me savage as a Turk. With my whack fal lor, etc. In the morning very early, Before to work that I do go, She makes me rise and light the fire; And the bellows I've to blow. With my whack fal lor, etc. Home come I both wet and weary, No dry clothes for to put on, But right upstairs and down in the cellar With the kettle I must run. With my whack fal lor, etc. If I scarcely make and answer, She will say: O come! come! come! The women say they have the pleasure; Poor man's work is never a-done. With my whack fal lor, etc. Listen all you brisk young bachelors! If that you would happy be, When you want some one to live by you, Think of what has come to me. With my whack fal lor, the diddle and the dido, Whack fal lor, the diddle-i-day. |
