Part 2 — No 117 A WEEK’S WORK WELL DONE

1 On Monday morn I married a wife, I thought to live a sober life. As it fell out I were better dead, Than mark the time when I was wed. Laddy-heigh-ho! Laddy-heigh-ho! Fal-de-ral-li-do! Laddy-heigh-ho! 2 On Tuesday morning to my surprise, A little before the sun did rise, She rattled her clapper, and scolded more, Than ever I heard in my life before. Laddy-heigh-ho! &c. 3 On Wednesday morning I went to the wood, I thought to do my wife some good. I cut me a twig of holly green, I trust the toughest I'd ever seen. Laddy-heigh-ho! &c. 4 I hung the stick up well to dry, I thought on Thursday it to try, I laid it about her head and back, Before my twig began to crack. Laddy-heigh-ho! &c. 5 On Friday morning to my surprise, A little before the sun did rise, She rattled her clapper in scolding tone, I turn'd my back and left her alone. Laddy-heigh-ho! &c. 6 On Saturday morn, as I may say, As she on her pillow consulting lay, A Bogie arrived in fume and flame, And carried her off both blind and lame. Laddy-heigh-ho! &c. 7 On Sunday, neighbours, I dine without A scolding wife and a brawling rout; Enjoy my bottle, and my best friend, And surely this is a brave week's end. Laddy-heigh-ho! &c.