Today many a woman his wed
A skellum, blithering man
In sorrow and dispair, and deceit
As only a woman can
For pity on the dirty, and lying cheat
A marriage took its place
Similar an illiterate, sluggard, abed
The bum with a marled face
Is the man so valueless worstening
The passing of each day
Or is a woman overvalued to many
A finer man's dismay
Surely, surely so, such could never
Persistantly be
Tis quite certain the woman's admission
He will never see
Will he? Will she?