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J. C. Squire, ed.  A Book of Women’s Verse.  1921.
By Jenny Grahame (18th cent.)
ALAS! my son, you little know,
The sorrows which from wedlock flow:
Farewell, sweet hours of mirth and ease,
When you have gotten a wife to please.
    Sae bide ye yet, and bide ye yet,        5
    Ye little ken what ’s to betide ye yet,
    The half o’ that will gane you yet
    If a wayward wife obtain you yet.
Your hopes are high, your wisdom small,
Woe has not had you in its thrall;        10
The black cow on your foot ne’er trod,
Which makes you sing along the road.
When I, like you, was young and free,
I valued not the proudest she;
Like you my boast was bold and vain,        15
That men alone were born to reign.
Great Hercules and Sampson too
Were stronger far than I or you,
Yet they were baffled by their dears,
And felt the distaff and the shears.        20
Stout gates of brass, and well-built walls,
Are proof ’gainst swords and cannon-balls;
But nought is found, by sea or land,
That can a wayward wife withstand.

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