The poem
Chorus—O aye my wife she dang me, An’ aft my wife she bang’d me, If ye gie a woman a’ her will, Gude faith! she’ll soon o’er-gang ye.
ON peace an’ rest my mind was bent, And, fool I was! I married; But never honest man’s intent Sane cursedly miscarried. O aye my wife, &c.
Some sairie comfort at the last, When a’ thir days are done, man, My pains o’ hell on earth is past, I’m sure o’ bliss aboon, man, O aye my wife, &c.