Lyrics:
If you please, some time since I was married
To a young and most beautiful girl;
But now I do wish I had tarried,
For my brain's in a terrible whirl.
Her mother, alas! is my torment;
She worries me out of my life;
My feelings are all in a foment,
From the trouble I have with my wife. spoken:
Yes! I have had more trouble with that wife of mine than
one mortal can stand. Every time I wish any thing done to suit me,
her old woman always sticks in her gab.
chorus:
But I'll stand interferance no longer:
To me she's a terrible bore;
So now, on my life, I'll boss my own wife,
And get rid of my Mother-in-Law.
I ne'er shall forget our first baby,
A bouncing, blue-eyed little boy;
The actions then of the old lady
Brough me torment instead of great joy.
The neighbors all said, “He's a darling,
The image of his pap-pap-pa.”
The old woman she argued contrary,
And said he looked like his mamma. spoken:
Yes! She swore he looked like his mamm; and I'll be —.
Well, he didn't look like like his mamma, nor any of her family,
but he was the perfect image of his papa.
