A man whose name was Johnny Sands had married Betty Hague, And though she brought him gold and lands, she proved a terrible plague, For, oh, she was a scolding wife full of caprice and whim, He said that he was tired of life and she was tired of him. And she was tired of him, and she was tired of him. Says he, Then I'll go down my self; the river runs below. Says she Pray do you silly elf, I wished it long ago Says he,Up on the brink I'll stand, then you run down the hill, and push me in with all your might, Says she, My love, I will .Says she, My love, I will .Says she, My love, I will!