[Verse 1]
A rich old miser married me
His age it was threescore and three
My age it was but seventeen
I wish that rogue I never had seen

If from home that I should go
To see a friend, a friend or so
If any man should speak to me
'Twould much arouse his jealousy

Bitter griefs I could not bear
And so one morning, I declare
As he was sleeping in his bed
With my ladle I rapped on his head

[Verse 2]
He jumped up like brave men stout
And 'round the house he ran about
But not a single moment's rest
Until that rogue I had well dressed

He got down upon his knees
And vowed he never would me displease
My old man I did subdue
With my ladle—and so may you
[Verse 3]
All young girls about to wed
Listen to the words I've said:
Don't be abused by any man
And always have a ladle on hand