THE BUTCHER AND THE TAILOR'S WIFE|
Oh it's of a wealthy tailor, in London town did dwell,
She's gone to the butcher, a joint of meat to buy,
Well, the joint of meat it was cut down, refuse it she did not,
And when the tailor he come in, she told him what she had,
"Husband, dear husband, I'll tell you what must be"
"You take a broadsword in your hand, and under the bed go"
"Oh I never handled sword or gun my dear and loving wife"
"Oh don't you be down-hearted, with courage stout and bold - "
And the butcher's thinking it was time to see the tailor's wife,
He takes a brace of pistols with powder and with ball,
And the windy butcher, he come in, she takes him by the hand,
He takes a brace of pistols and lays them on the bed,
And the butcher's taken off his clothes a-going into bed,
"Is this your husband's dog?" he says "I'll shoot for to fright"