English Song

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;
I'll desert my Sov'reign lord,
And so, good b'ye, Allegiance!

'Sad will I be, so bereft,
'Nancy, Nancy;
'Yet I'll 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 men 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 I'll try to daunt you;
Ever round your midnight bed
Horrid sprites shall haunt you.

'I'll wed another, like my Dear,
'Nancy, Nancy;
'Then all hell will fly for fear,
'My Spouse, Nancy.'