THE

               CONSTANT

                 LOVERS

W M.C.- Printer 4 Cartwright Place, Byrom
Street, Liverpool.—Shops and Hawkers supplied.

A SAILOR courted a farmer's daughter,
That liv'd convenient to the Isle of Man,
But mark good people, what followed after,
Long time courting against his parents will ;
A long time courting, and still discoursing,
All things concerning the ocean wide,
He said my darling, at our next meeting,
If you'll consent, I'll make you my bride.

Why as for sailors I don't admire,
Because they sail in so many parts ;
The more we love them the more they slight us,
And then leave us with broken hearts
Do not say so, my dearest jewel,
I never intended to serve you so,
I have once more to cross the ocean,
You know, my darling, that I must go.

This news was carried to his mother,
Before he set his foot on board,
That he was courting a farmer's daughter,
Whose friends and parents could not afford,
One penny portion, going to the ocean,
Like one distracted his mother run, [ her
If you take her and your bride make her,
I will disown you to be my son.

Mother, he said, you are m a passion,
I am very sorry you have spoken too late ;
Don't you remember the first beginning,
My father married you a servant maid ;
Do not despise her, I mean to rise her,
As my own father by you has done ;
So I will take her, and my bride make her,
If you disown me to be your son.
But when his love she had heard the story,
Away to the ocean she straight did run,
Saying in a passion you need not mind her,
I might have money when you have none :
Money or money not, my dear, you are my lot,
You have my heart and affection's still :
I will take you and my bride make you,
Let my scolding mother say what she will

          BE CAREFUL IN

             CHOOSING

                            A

                  WIFE.

Now all young men that's going to wed,
Don't be catch'd like a bird with a small bit bread,
For when you are catch'd, remember, for life,
I'd have you be careful in choosing a wife,
For women's deceitful, and so very unkind
'Twould puzzle a lawyer to know their mind,
And when you have done the best that you can,
The silliest woman will outwit a man.
Fol de rol, lol.

For when you are wed and a squaller is bred,
A man may work his poor fingers to the bone,
There's the maid wife, nurse, and gossiping crew,
And then a poor man can't pull him slef through
In the morning he finds that he's cold at the tap
The sheets are quite wet, and his shirt all besh-t
So this is the comfort of a married life,
I wish in my heart I had never had a wife.

In the morning I go to my breakfast at eight,
But the devil a spark of fire is there in the grate,
My wife she lays snoring like a pig in a stye,
But there's never a bit of breakfast for I,
If I ask her to raise, O she flies in a pet,
And bawls out begone, for its time enough yet,
Get thy breakfast thyself, and be off to thy work,
And do not stay here for to idle and lurk.

The dinner time comes—to my home I repair,
'Tis a thousand to one if I find my wife there ;
She's gabbing about with a child on her knee,
And the devil a sign of a dinner for me
O could I but once more be single again,
The finest of women should ne'er me trepan,
And so I'd remain all the days of my life,
Great luck to the man who has got such a wife.

At night home I come, sadly tir'd from my work
When I open the door, she lets fly like a Turk,
Take the squalling young brat, and get it to sleep
For all the day long no peace can I keep.
And if I should offer the job to refuse,
With the tongs or the poker she would me shute
And this is the comfort attending our lives,
I wish that the devil had all such wives.
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