A pair of good wives sat a stitching,
And gossiping, grimmining and gritchen
Said one to the other
Sometimes I could smother my husband o don't you agree?
If he's not at the ale house a raven
Then he's gambling the money I'm saving
With all of this stipe
I'm sure that the life of a spinster would be better for me
We're wondering where do we get 'em
And why don't we let 'em stay as they be
Oh where do we get 'em and why don't we
Let 'em stay filthy and feral and free?
They're messy and smell
They curse and they yell
They don't ever do any chores
Though mine is a beast
I'm happy at least I didn't get married to yours
Oh you don't know the way that I suffer
From the one I call husband and lover
For the ladder is such that he don't think of much
Or perhaps he just doesn't know the word
For when in our blankets we huddle
I don't get as much as a cuddle
Oh I'd rather be dead than put horns on his head
But the though has most surely occurred
We're wondering where do we get 'em
And why don't we let 'em stay as they be
Oh where do we get 'em and why don't we
Let 'em stay filthy and feral and free?
They're messy and smell
They curse and they yell
They don't ever do any chores
Though mine is a beast
I'm happy at least I didn't get married to yours
My Dear I don't see how you do it,
Your wedding day how you must rue it
In church how he chatters about body house matters
How do you not simply die
He always tracks mud on your floors
And how do you sleep while he snores?
His voice is so loud it could silence a crowd
You have it much harder than I
We're wondering where do we get 'em
And why don't we let 'em stay as they be
Oh where do we get 'em and why don't we
Let 'em stay filthy and feral and free?
They're messy and smell
They curse and they yell
They don't ever do any chores
Though mine is a beast
I'm happy at least I didn't get married to yours
Well some of your words may be true dear
I've got it much better than you dear
Your husband cant sing
Though he tries you poor thing
Always songs about wenches and wars
And when hes not singing hes smoking
With that stench how do you keep from chocking
Though mine isn't a saint
A chimney he ain't
Hey how do you know that he snores?
We're wondering where do we get 'em
And why don't we let 'em stay as they be
Oh where do we get 'em and why don't we
Let 'em stay filthy and feral and free?
They're messy and smell
They curse and they yell
They don't ever do any chores
Though mine is a beast
I'm happy at least I didn't get married to yours
We're wondering where do we get 'em
And why don't we let 'em stay as they be
Oh where do we get 'em and why don't we
Let 'em stay filthy and feral and free?
They're messy and smell
They curse and they yell
They don't ever do any chores
Though mine is a beast
I'm happy at least I didn't get married to yours