HE that marries a merry lass, He has most cause to be sad: For let her go free in her merry tricks, She'll work his patience mad. But he that marries a scold, a scold, He has most cause to be merry: For when she's in her fits, He may cherish his wits, With singing, hey down derry! He that weds a roaring girl, That will both scratch and fight, Though he study all day To make her away, Will be glad to please her at night. And he that copes with a sullen wench, That scarce will speak at all, Her doggedness more Than a scold or a whore Will penetrate his gall. He that's matched with a turtle dove, That has no spleen about her, Shall waste so much life, In love of his wife, He had better be without her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY PLACE FOR A THIRD by ROBERT FROST A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN AFTERGLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE |