“ Your husband will chide you, and say you are lazy,
⁠And swear that the tea takes the money away:
Perhaps the next morning the Landlord will crave you,
⁠You ne'er wou'd a marry'd had you known the way.
And next, to your comfort, your apron's a-rising,
⁠And you must provide for the crying out;
Blankets, and pins, and tapes must be wanting,
⁠Your clothes must be broken to make baby-clouts;
And nursing and spinning is all your employment,
⁠And twenty things more to do all the day;
This is the fruit of your wedlock enjoyment,
⁠You ne'er wou'd a marry’d had you known the way. ”

“ In sorrow, for parting from her darling swain.
O cruel parents, where-ever you be,
That banish’d my darling sweet Jamie from me;
No other man breathing my favour shall gain,
The pride of all nature's my own darling swain. ”

“ If she be true, sure of his heart
⁠she never need bewail her;
For tho' a thousand leagues apart,
⁠still constant is her Sailor:
Tho' she be false, still he is kind,
⁠and comes with smiles to hail her ”