I should have done some Googling prior to posting ...

I LOVE NOT WHERE I LIVE

Come all you maids that think to marry,
And live constant with your swine;
Let me advise you this very moment -
Think again and change your mind.

Quite besotted, I got knotted,
Ignoring the advice my mother give;
Oh, wedding bells rung me to hell,
And now I love not where I live.

I should have heeded those who pleaded,
Those who said it would not work;
That night I went to bed a bride,
Next morning woke up with a jerk.

Then he roused, while I still drowsed,
And tackled me most primitive;
So quickly wedlock turned to deadlock,
And now I love not where I live.

Oh I thought Thomas had such promise,
He was handsome, dark and rich,
But the world have changed and seems most strange,
Since I got spliced and found the hitch.

I struck my match, then saw the catch,
Now I've leisure to mis-give;
For consummation's my damnation,
And now I love not where I live.

Until I met a scribe this morning,
While my swine lay wallowing;
As my tormentor was still yawning,
I this man was following.

In his rooms we two did spoon,
But here I'll close my narrative,
For he has penned a happy end,
And now I love, not where I live.




Copyright Chris Sugden, 2002



I assume Chris Sugden must be known to a few Mudcatters ?