HUSBAND, husband, cease your strife,
Nor longer idly rave, Sir;
Tho I am your wedded wife
Yet I am not your slave, Sir.
One of two must still obey,
Nancy, Nancy;
Is it Man or Woman, say,
My spouse Nancy?
If tis still the lordly word,
Service and obedience;
Ill desert my sovreign lord,
And so, good bye, allegiance!
Sad shall I be, so bereft,
Nancy, Nancy;
Yet Ill try to make a shift,
My spouse Nancy.
My poor heart, then break it must,
My last hour I am near it:
When you lay me in the dust,
Think how you will bear it.
I will hope and trust in Heaven,
Nancy, Nancy;
Strength to bear it will be given,
My spouse Nancy.
Well, Sir, from the silent dead,
Still Ill try to daunt you;
Ever round your midnight bed
Horrid sprites shall haunt you!
Ill wed another like my dear
Nancy, Nancy;
Then all hell will fly for fear,
My spouse Nancy.