I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua
If wealthily, then happily in Padua
If my wife has a bag of gold,
do I care if the bag be old?
I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua.
He's come to wive it wealthily in Padua.
I've heard you mutter,
sounds a loathsome lad you are.
I shall not be disturbed one bit,
if she be but a quarter wit.
If she can, only talk of clothes
While she pout as a duck, knows
I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua
He's come to wive it wealthily in Padua
I've heard you say
Gadshoke's completely mad, you are
It wouldn't give me the slightest shock
If her knees now and then should knock
If her eyes were a wee bit crossed,
were she wearing the hair she'd lost,
Still a damsel I'll make my dame,
in up roar they are all the same.
I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua.
He's come to wive it wealthily in Padua.
I heard you say good dad,
but what a cad you are.
Do I mind if she fret and fuss?
If she fume like Vesuvius?
If she roar like a winter breeze
on the rough Adriatic seas?
If she scream like a teething brat?
If she scratch like a tiger cat?
If she fight like a raging boar?
I have often met a whore before.
I've come to
wive it wealthily in Padua
With a howdy -noddy -noddy
and a hey -hey -hey
Not to mention money -money
for a rainy day
I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua