Wearin The Britches

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Come all young men where e'er you be and listen to me lamentations
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I courted a girl beyond compare and I loved her with admiration
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At length in time she became my wife, twas not for beauty but for riches
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And all the time it causes strife, to see which of us will wear the britches

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O Paddy Kane it is my name, me height it is five foot eleven
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and Me wife is nearly not so big, she only measures four feet seven
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The hedges I have oft times stripped, I've left them bare of rods and switches
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Her skin with blows sure I’ve turned black, but still she says she'll wear my britches

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Well I am a tailor to my trade, at cutting out I am quite handy
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But all the money that I make, she lays it out on tea and brandy
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Now sometimes I do shout and ball with nothing going with rogues and witches
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Her head goes oft times to the wall, still she says she'll wear me britches

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One morning at the tea and eggs, content and sitting by the fire
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Well She broke the teapot on my legs, and left me leapin to retire
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How often do I shout and moan, as I go hopping on my crutches
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I wished I'd broke her collar bone, the day I let her wear me britches

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So come all young men where e'er you be, don't marry a wife if she's enchantin
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For if you do, you'll be like me, with other men she'll go gallanting
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Now my advice it is to you, to marry for love and not for riches,
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And be sure of a wife with a civil tongue, who'll give you leave to wear your britches.

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