Oh it's of a wealthy tailor, in London town did dwell
And he had a handsome wife, and her name was Mary Bell
She's gone to the butcher's, a joint of meat to buy
"What is your will, dear woman?" the butcher did reply
Well, the joint of meat it was cut down, refuse it she did not
And straightway she goes and she puts it in the pot
And when the tailor he come in, she told him what she had
And the poor tailor jumped for joy, his heart was very glad
"Oh Husband, dearest husband, I'll tell you what must be
Tomorrow night the butcher, he has to lie with me
You take a broadsword in your hand, and under the bed go
And the first man that enters, then, be sure to run him through."
"Oh I never handled sword or gun, my dear and loving wife
And butchers, they are bloody dogs, I think he'll have my life."
"Oh don't you be down-hearted, with courage stout and bold
And if the butcher you will come, you'll wear a chain of gold."
And the butcher's thinking it was time to see the tailor's wife
And thinking they might form a plot or trick or take his life
He takes a brace of pistols with powder and with ball
"And the first man that molests me now, by Jove I'll make him fall!"
And when the butcher he come in, she takes him by the hand
She led him to her bedchamber, says, "I'm at your command."
He takes a brace of pistols and lays them on the bed
And the poor tailor's struck with fear: he lay as if quite dead
And the butcher's taken off his clothes a-going into bed
How he was struck when he did spy one of the tailor's legs!
"Is this your husband's dog?
" he says, "I'll shoot him for the fright."
"Oh spare my life!" the tailor cries, "and you can have my wife!"