Poem by Robert Burns

The Henpeck’d Husband

CURS’D be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The crouching vassal to the tyrant wife!
Who has no will but by her high permission;
Who has not sixpence but in her possession;
Who must to her his dear friend’s secret tell;
Who dreads a curtain lecture worse than hell.
Were such the wife had fallen to my part,
I’d break her spirit, or I’d break her heart:
I’d charm her with the magic of a switch,
I’d kiss her maids, and kick the perverse bitch.

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. The Flowery Banks of Cree
4. Farewell to Ballochmyle
5. Gala Water

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