I Was Young (Poor Man's Labour)
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I Was Young (Poor Man's Labour)
I Was a Young Man
I was a young man, I was a rover,
Nothing could satisfy me but a wife
Soon as I reached the age of twenty,
Weary was I of the single life
The very first year me wife I married,
Out of her company I could not stray
Her voice as sweet as a lark or a linnet,
Or the song of the nightingale at break of day
Now she's fairly altered her meaning,
Now she`s fairly changed her tune
Nothing but scolding comes from her mouth
A poor man's labor's never done
The very first year me wife I married,
Scarce could I get one half hours sleep
With her two knees she rubbed my shins,
Says husband dear put down your feet
The baby cried, she bitterly scolded,
Out of the door I was forced for to run
Without trousers, hat or a waistcoat,
A poor man's labor is never done
I went up to the top of the hill,
To view my sheep that had all gone astray
When I came back she was lying in her bed,
At twelve o'clock on a summer's day
When I came back both wet and weary,
Weary and wet now where could I run
She was lying in her bed, the fire right beside her,
Says young man is the kettle on
I'll go home to my aged mother,
She'll be sitting all alone
Says there's plenty young women to be had,
Why should I be tied to one
All young men that is to marry,
Don't, they'll grieve you evermore
Death, o death come take my wife,
And then my troubles will all be o'er
AJS
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