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THE HOLLY TWIG (A Week's Work Well Done) On Monday morning I married a wife, Thinking to live a sober life; But as it turned out I'd bet-ter been dead, Than rue the day that I got wed, cho: Lad-dy-I-O! Fad-dy-I-O!" Sing fal-re-lal-lal-lal lad-dy-I-O!" On Tuesday morning I went to the wood, Thinking to do my wife some good, I cut a twig of holly so green, The roughest and toughest that ever was seen. On Wednesday morning I put it to dry, On Thursday morning I gave it a try, I wholloped her back and I wholloped her wig, Until I broke my holly twig. On Friday morning to my surprise, A little before the sun did rise, She opened her clatter and scolded more, Than ever I'd heard in my life before. On Saturday morning I began again, So I beat her again very much the same, And the Devil came in, in the midst of the game, And stole her away both blind and lame. On Sunday morning I dined without, A scolding wife or a bawling bout, I could enjoy my bottle and friend, And have a fresh wife at the week's work's end. From Marrow Bones, E.F.D.F. Publications; 1965 Collected in Basingstoke, Hants, England; 1906 (Probably an 18th century broadside. AJS DT #520 Laws Q6 @marriage @abuse filename[ HOLLYTWG TUNE FILE: HOLLYTWG CLICK TO PLAY AJS oct96R |
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