Cuckolds all a-Row

Come Bachelors and married Men

and listen to 'me song

AndI shall tell you plainly then

the injury and wrong

That constantly I be sustained

through my unhappy life

The wich that brought me to great fame

by my unquiet wife

She never lins' her bawling

her tongue it is so loud

for always she'll be railing

and will not be controlled

For she the breeches still will wear

although it breeds my strife

If I were now a bachelor

I'd never have a wife

Sometimes i go in the morning

about 'me daily work

Me' wife she will be snorting

and in her bed she'll lurk

Until the chimes do go at eight,

then she'll begin to wake

Her morning's draught, well-spiced' straight

to clear her eyes she'll take

(INTERLUDE)

Then she goes forth a-gossiping

amongst her own comrades

And then she falls a-boozing

with all her merry blades

When I come home from me' labor hard

then she'll begin to scold

And calls me rogue, without regard

which makes my heart full cold

When I come into my house,

thinking to take my rest

Then she'll begin to me abuse

before she did but jest

With "Out, you rascal! you have been

abroad to meet your whore!"

Then she takes up a cudgel's end,

and breaks my head full sore

Thus am I now tormented still

with my most cruel wife

All through her wicked tongue so ill

I'm weary of me' life

I know not truly what to do

nor how me' self to mend

This lingering life doth breed my woe

I would it were at an end.

(OUTRO)

• Artist:James Raynard