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Will said to his mammy That hee woulde goe woo, Faine would he wed but he wot not who. "Soft a while my lammy Stay, and yet abide." Hee like a foole as he was replide: "In faith chil have a wife, a wife, a wife,
O what a life do I leadeFor a wife in my bedI may not tell you,O there to have a wife, a wife, a wife,O tis a smart to my hart,Tis a racke to my backeand to my belly."
Scarcely was hee wedded, Full a fortnights space, But that he was in a heavie case. Largely was he headded, And his cheekes lookt thinne: And to repent he did thus beginne: "A figge for such a wife, a wife, a wife, O what a life do I leade ..."
All you that are Batchelers, Be learnd by crying Will, When you are well to remaine so still, Better for to tarry, And alone to lie, Than like a foole with a foole to crie: "A figge for such a wife, a wife, a wife O what a life do I leade ..."
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