Come all you young men that are going to be wed
Don't be caught like a bird with a small piece of bread
I will have you be careful in choosing a wife
For when you are trapped you'll remember it through life
Right,
follow the riddle,
I know,
follow the riddle day
Oh,
when you are wed and a squalor is born A
poor man may work his fingers to the bone
He bears a midwife and a nurse and a gossiping crew
And a poor man can hardly pull himself through Right,
follow the riddle,
I know,
follow the
riddle day
When I come home to breakfast,
to breakfast at eight There's a devil
of a spark of a fire in the grate
And a Turk of a sign of a breakfast for me And me wife,
she lies a-snoring like a pig in the sky
Right, follow the riddle, I know,
follow the riddle day
If I ask her to rise,
she'll fly in her pet And bawl out by God,
well,
there's time enough yet
Get your breakfast yourself and be off to your
work And don't just bind here far too idle and lurk
Right,
follow the riddle, I know,
follow the riddle day
When dinner time come to me home I'll repair
But a hundred to one if I find me wife there
She's a-gossiping around with a child on her knee
And a Turk of a sign of a dinner for me Right,
follow the riddle,
I know,
follow the riddle day
Oh, if I could be but single again The
finest of ladies would never meet dreadpan
Single I'd remain all the days of me
life How happy is he that avoideth a wife
Right, follow the riddle, I know,
follow the riddle day
Right,
follow the riddle,
I know,
follow the riddle day