Your version of Housewife’s Lament left out the last and best verse–the punch line with the ironic twist:
“Alas, ’twas no dream, ahead I behold it;
I see I am helpless my fate to avert.”
She laid down her broom, her apron she folded.
She lay down and died, and was buried in dirt!
Followed again by the chorus: Oh life is a toil and love is a trouble. Beauty will fade and riches will flee. Pleasures they dwindle and prices they double. And nothing is as I would wish it to be.
My family learned this over 50 years ago from a folk-singer friend who grew up in rural Kentucky. It’s a tune that can easily get stuck in your head!
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