"Before the Daylight in the Morning / The Shrew Wife / Dirty Nell / The Banks of the Nile / The Pensioner's Complaint" is a little known traditional one.
It was sung splendidly by Sara Cleveland on "Ballads and Songs of the Upper Hudson Valley" (1968) Folk-Legacy Records - FSA-33.

This song is strangely confusing in the Roud index.
It has three different numbers and all three look like the same song to me:
Pensioner's Complaint, The - Roud #1663
Before the Daylight in the Morning (Dirty Nell) - Roud #5714
What Do You Think of My Darling? - Roud #9602

Here are some recordings of the song:
Sara Cleveland - Before The Daylight In The Morning
Frank Campbell - I Married a Jade
Sam Larner - Before Daylight In The Morning
Robert Wilcox - Come, gentlemen, ladies, a story I'll tell
Michael Cassius Dean - The Shrew Wife

The tune used for most versions of it is "The Limerick Rake".

Here's the text as given on a broadside:
The Pensioner's Complaint against his Wife.
http://ballads.bodleian.ox.ac.uk/search/roud/1663

You neighbours all listen, a story I'll tell,
It's of a misfortune that has me befel,
I married a jade and her name it is Nell,
And she is always a drinking and bawling.

Eighteen pounds pension I've got in the year,
Which causes my wife to drink whiskey and beer,
Her tongue like a cannon doth sound in my ear,
Before the day light in the morning.

To kindle the fire it was my first job,
If I dont do it right I've a slap on the gob,
A kick or a clout or a slap on the nob,
I surely will get from my darling.

Then out for the water the kettle to boil,
And when I come in I must nurse a young child,
I wish I had been killed on the banks of the Nile,
Before I had met with my darling.

Then Nell and her gossips sit down to their tea,
While I in the corner have nothing to say,
Or out in the garden a digging away,
While Nell the cups she is tossing.

Then in for the leavings I chance for to hop,
While Nell and her gossips are gone to the shop,
Backbiting their neighbours and swallowing their drops,
Hard fortune attend my darling.

Oh ! my shirt without washing does stick to my back,
While she is sporting with Billy and Jack,
And running in score for every nick nack,
Whilst I must pay up the last farthing.

Without shoes or stockings to cover my feet,
My bed without either blanket or sheet,
I'm a show to the world when I go to the street.
Pray what do you think to my bargain.

Her beauty and praise I mean for to disclose,
She's dirty and lazy with a short snuffy nose,
She's a disgrace to the women wherever she goes,
And her clothes all in tatters are hanging.

With a beard on her lip like a wandering jew,
Not a tooth in her head that is sound, only two,
And a shift on her back, neither black, white, or blue,
That never was wet with a washing.

I travelled all nations, thro' France and thro' Spain,
Thro' Egypt and India, and home back again,
At Waterloo wounded, where I felt great pain,
And I ne'er met the match of my darling.

To finish my ditty I firmly do pray,
Before she either drinks whiskey or tea.
That something or other may whip her away,
Before the day light in the morning.

- Kevin W.