I Can Beat Him, Sirs, at That

But three months yet I've been a wife, And spouse already shows his airs; I wish I'd liv'd a single life, But as I did not, why, who cares? Besides, let husband use his tongue, And scold, and bounce and cock his hat, By Jove he'll find I'm not so young But I can beat him, Sirs at that.

I'll go to operas, balls and plays, Or where I will, and wont be check'd Egad I'll racket nights and days, Until he treats me with respect, And if he romps with I know who, Perhaps he'll meet with tit for tat; And faith may find, and shall so too, That I can beat him, Sirs at that.

But this I vow if he'll be good, And let me sometimes have my will, (Young wives you know most surely should) I'll duly ev'ry rite fulfil, And never, O! no never rove, But stay with him at home and chat; And prove by kindest deeds of love, That I can beat him, Sirs, at that.