Seven months sheâs been married and all to her grief
Seven months sheâs been married but found no relief â¨
Seven months sheâs been married but still sheâs a maid
Oh sheâs ruined, sheâs ruined, sheâs ruined
Oh he comes to her bed almost every night,
He calls her his treacle, and holds her too tight.â¨
The love that hangs on him like leaves on a tree,â¨
Oh sheâs ruined, sheâs ruined, sheâs ruined
Oh he brings her fine shoes with straps made of gold,
â¨And we all told her twice that he is too old.â¨
If she could do it again, she wouldnât do it again,
Oh sheâs ruined, sheâs ruined sheâs ruined.â¨â¨
Her father he gave her five acres of land,
â¨Her mother she gave her eight hundred pounds.â¨
But she will never more for the sake of a man,
â¨Oh sheâs ruined, sheâs ruined sheâs ruined.
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