1: I'm a poor unhappy married man, I've such an awfa wife,
Tae please her I dae aa I can, but still she plagues ma life;
If I do everything that's right, she'll find a fault somehow,
And if I just stay out all night there's bound to be a row.
 Chorus:
There's bound tae be a row, there's bound tae be a row,
Do all in ma life for tae please my wife but there's bound tae be a row.
2: She wakes me in the mornin in an awfa cruel way,
She kicks me on the floor and not a hard word do I say;
I have to wash my stockings, my shirts and fronts, I vow,
And if I don't wash hers as well there's bound to be a row.
3: She's taken in a lodger, he's single by the by,
She says I must make room for him and on the sofa lie;
They eat the meat, give me the bones, it don't seem right somehow,
And if I just say half as much, there's bound tae be a row.
4: She sometimes makes a party for some friends who dine at eight,
And I've tae hurry home from work for tae be in time tae wait;
And as they hustle me about, if I don't scrape and bow,
And say, 'Yes Sir!' and 'Thank you, please', there's bound tae be a row.
5: And when I earn my wages after working hard aa week,
I turn in every ha'penny up and then she has the cheek,
To give me tuppence to myself, and for that I have to bow,
And if I spend it aa at yince, there's bound tae be a row.
Chorus:
There's bound tae be a row, there's bound tae be a row,
Do all in ma life for tae please my wife but there's bound tae be a row.
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