Struggle for the breeches.
[S.l. : s.n.,
1880-1900?]
Dated from examination of text and style.
First line reads: He. / About my wife I mean to sing a very funny song, / She. / I hope that you will tell the truth let it be right or wrong, / He. / You know you are an arrant scold, both out of doors and in, / She. / I knew you brute it was a lie before you did begin. / He. / So you are inclined I still do find, the breeches for to wear, / She. / No dear not I, but I will die, or I will have my share.
In one column.
Ballads, English