Last Week I Took a Wife.Last week I took a wife,And when I first did woo her,I vow’d to stick through life,Like Cobler’s wax unto her,But soon we went to some mishap,To loggerheads together,And when my wife began to strap,Why I began to leather.Fal lal de ral lal lal de ral lal ra,Oh, I began to leather.My wife without her shoes,Is hardly three feet seven,And I to all Men’s views,Am full five feet eleven.So when to take her down some pegs,I drubb’d her neat and clever;She made a bolt right through my legs,And ran away forever.When she was gone, good lack!My hair like hog’s hair bristle,I thought she’d ne’er come back,So went to work and whistled.Then let her go, I’ve got my stall,Which may no robber rifle,’Twould break my heart to lose my awl,To lose my wife’s a trifle.
Last week I took a wife,And when I first did woo her,I vow’d to stick through life,Like Cobler’s wax unto her,But soon we went to some mishap,To loggerheads together,And when my wife began to strap,Why I began to leather.Fal lal de ral lal lal de ral lal ra,Oh, I began to leather.My wife without her shoes,Is hardly three feet seven,And I to all Men’s views,Am full five feet eleven.So when to take her down some pegs,I drubb’d her neat and clever;She made a bolt right through my legs,And ran away forever.When she was gone, good lack!My hair like hog’s hair bristle,I thought she’d ne’er come back,So went to work and whistled.Then let her go, I’ve got my stall,Which may no robber rifle,’Twould break my heart to lose my awl,To lose my wife’s a trifle.
Last week I took a wife,And when I first did woo her,I vow’d to stick through life,Like Cobler’s wax unto her,But soon we went to some mishap,To loggerheads together,And when my wife began to strap,Why I began to leather.Fal lal de ral lal lal de ral lal ra,Oh, I began to leather.My wife without her shoes,Is hardly three feet seven,And I to all Men’s views,Am full five feet eleven.So when to take her down some pegs,I drubb’d her neat and clever;She made a bolt right through my legs,And ran away forever.When she was gone, good lack!My hair like hog’s hair bristle,I thought she’d ne’er come back,So went to work and whistled.Then let her go, I’ve got my stall,Which may no robber rifle,’Twould break my heart to lose my awl,To lose my wife’s a trifle.
Last week I took a wife,And when I first did woo her,I vow’d to stick through life,Like Cobler’s wax unto her,But soon we went to some mishap,To loggerheads together,And when my wife began to strap,Why I began to leather.Fal lal de ral lal lal de ral lal ra,Oh, I began to leather.
Last week I took a wife,
And when I first did woo her,
I vow’d to stick through life,
Like Cobler’s wax unto her,
But soon we went to some mishap,
To loggerheads together,
And when my wife began to strap,
Why I began to leather.
Fal lal de ral lal lal de ral lal ra,
Oh, I began to leather.
My wife without her shoes,Is hardly three feet seven,And I to all Men’s views,Am full five feet eleven.So when to take her down some pegs,I drubb’d her neat and clever;She made a bolt right through my legs,And ran away forever.
My wife without her shoes,
Is hardly three feet seven,
And I to all Men’s views,
Am full five feet eleven.
So when to take her down some pegs,
I drubb’d her neat and clever;
She made a bolt right through my legs,
And ran away forever.
When she was gone, good lack!My hair like hog’s hair bristle,I thought she’d ne’er come back,So went to work and whistled.Then let her go, I’ve got my stall,Which may no robber rifle,’Twould break my heart to lose my awl,To lose my wife’s a trifle.
When she was gone, good lack!
My hair like hog’s hair bristle,
I thought she’d ne’er come back,
So went to work and whistled.
Then let her go, I’ve got my stall,
Which may no robber rifle,
’Twould break my heart to lose my awl,
To lose my wife’s a trifle.