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B:Folk Songs Of Lancashire
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The Cock Pecked Wife

Aw'm a wed woman and noone can tell
What troubles Aw go through each week by mesel
Mi 'usband Aw'll tell you he's seldom in sight
He picks up his bones and goes out every night

CHORUS
Fol the dol diddle um, winka doll diddleum
I'm a wed woman and in a fine mess

We've three hearty childer both bonny and sound,
There isn't three nicer for fifty miles round.
Mi owdest wears breeches, we christened him Sam,
Mi youngest still seawks and it's co'd Sarah Ann.

There's one thing will never go out of mi yed
The way Aw were treated afore Aw got wed,
Mi 'usband Aw'll tell yo' without any joke
Would run like a gawby to carry mi cloak.

Now if Aw ax 'im i' kindness and smiles,
To tak me off out if it's nobbut two miles,
He'll maul away fust, seldom look where I am
An' hurry me whom again, quick as he can.

When summer time comes oh he knows with what glee,
Aw should welcome a trip to the side of the sea,
But he tells me i' language as hard as a bone
That women and childer are nicest at home.

Sometimes Aw'm as happy as Aw con desire,
When he sits wi' a child on each knee by the fire,
But that's not so long ere it comes to an end
An' he'll tek up his cap and goo visit a friend.

Aw towd him some hunnerds of times that he's wed
An' read him a dozen good lectures i' bed,
But aw to no use Aw may lecture or weep,
He turns himsel' ower and snores like a sheep.

So maidens Aw've towd you this tale for your sake
And give you a warnin' Aw know you won't take,
But rock a bye babby will come in its time
And then you mun know all the truth of my rhyme.