The Joyful Widower.

Tune - "Maggy Lauder." I.         I married with a scolding wife             The fourteenth of November;         She made me weary of my life,             By one unruly member.         Long did I bear the heavy yoke,             And many griefs attended;         But to my comfort be it spoke,             Now, now her life is ended. II.         We liv'd full one-and-twenty years             A man and wife together;         At length from me her course she steer'd,             And gone I know not whither:         Would I could guess, I do profess,             I speak, and do not flatter,         Of all the woman in the world,             I never could come at her. III.         Her body is bestowed well,             A handsome grave does hide her;         But sure her soul is not in hell,             The deil would ne'er abide her.         I rather think she is aloft,             And imitating thunder;         For why, methinks I hear her voice             Tearing the clouds asunder.