The Cobler and Wife

Last week I took a wife,
And when I first did woo her,
I vow?d to stick through life.
Life a cobler?s wax unto her;
But soon we went, by some mishap,
To loggerheads together.
And when my wife began to strap.
Why I began to leather.

My wife without her shoes,
Is hardly three foot 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 heat and clever,
She made a bolt right through my legs,
And ran away for ever.

When she was gone, good lack!
My hair like hogs hair bristled,
I thought she?d ne?er come back,
So to work went and whistled,
Then let her go, I?ll got my stall,
Which may no robber rifle,
Twould break my heart to loose my awl
To lose my wife?s a trifle.

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