Classic Poem

When I was single, went dressed all so fine;
Now I am married, go ragged all the time.

Chorus
I wish I was a single girl again.
O Lord, don't I wish I was a single girl again.

When I was single, my shoes they did screak;
Now I am married, my shoes they do leak.

When I was single, I eat biscuit and pie;
Now I am married, it's eat corn-bread or die.

Three little babies, crying for bread,
With none to give them, I wish I was dead.

Wash their little feet and send them to school,
Along comes a drunkard and calls them a fool.

Dishes to wash, springs to go to,
When you are married, you've all to do.