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Title
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Week's matrimony
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Singer
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Unknown
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
When I was a batchelor, brisk and brave,
The finest lad a man could have,
Gold and silver I let fly,
And drank good ale, and well done I.
Chorus
Laddy-i-o! Laddy-i-o!
Fol the rol la ra laddy-i-o!
Verse 2
On Monday morning I married a wife,
I thought to live a jovial life;
But I wished to God that she had been dead,
Before I'd brought her twice to bed.
Chorus
Verse 3
On Tuesday morning I went to the wood,
Thinking to do my wife some good;
I cut her a twig of the *oliver green,
The toughest twig that ever was seen.
Chorus
Verse 4
On Wednesday morning I hung it to dry,
On Thursday morning I gave it a try;
When I looked at night the twig was hid,
And my sulky wife was gone to bed.
Chorus
Verse 5
On Friday morning to my surprise,
A little before the sun did rise;
My wife began to rave and roar,
I thought to God she'll never give o'er.
Chorus
Verse 6
On Saturday morning she began the same,
I beat her till she was blind and lame;
The Devil he come in the midst of the game,
And stole her away both blind and lame.
Chorus
Verse 7
On Sunday at noon I dined without
A scolding wife and a bawling brute;
And now no more I will married be,
For a single life's the best for me.
Chorus
