CCXXI.
Reading edition
O AY MY WIFE SHE DANG ME.
Tune—“My wife she dang me.”
[Other verses to the same air, belonging to the olden times, are still remembered in Scotland: but they are only sung when the wine is in, and the sense of delicacy out. This song is in the Museum.]
I.
O ay my wife she dang me, And aft my wife did bang me, If ye gie a woman a’ her will, Gude faith, she’ll soon o’er-gang ye. On peace and rest my mind was bent, And fool I was I married; But never honest man’s intent, As cursedly miscarried.
II.
Some sairie comfort still at last, When a’ their days are done, man; My pains o’ hell on earth are past, I’m sure o’ bliss aboon, man. O ay my wife she dang me, And aft my wife did bang me, If ye gie a woman a’ her will, Gude faith, she’ll soon o’er-gang ye.