Stern Old Bachelor

I am a stern old bachelor

My age is forty four

I do declare I'll never live

With women anymore

I have a stove that's worth ten cents

A table worth fifteen

I cook my gruel in oyster cans

And keep my things so clean

Oh little sod shanty

Little sod shanty give to me

For I'm a stern old bachelor

From matrimony free

When I come home at night

I smile and walk right in

I never hear a voice yell out

Or say where have you been

On a cold and stormy night

In a cozy little shack

I sing my songs and think my thoughts

With no one to talk back

I go to bed when e'er I please

And get up just the same

I change my socks three times a year

With no one to complain

At night when I'm on peaceful sleep

My snores can do no harm

I never have to walk the floor

With a baby in my arms

And when I die and go to heaven

As all good bachelors do

I will not have to grieve for fear

My wife will get there too