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Oh, Mr. Wright at sixty-three was gay and full of fun,
And a charmer lived across the way, her name was Mrs. Wrong;
She peeped beneath the window blinds with eyes so soft and bright,
She was over head and heels in love, along with gay old Wright.
Oh, Mr. Wright loved Mrs. Wrong,
Poor Mr. Wright's love didn't last long;
She was addicted to a temper so strong,
Wrong married right and Wright married wrong.
Now, the wedding being over, and the liquor 'round did spin,
When Mr. Wright discovered that his wife was drinking gin;
She smartly slapped him on the cheeks all on that wedding night,
And very soon he did find out whether she was wrong or right.
Oh, Mr. Wright loved Mrs. Wrong,
Poor Mr. Wright's love didn't last long;
She was addicted to a temper so strong,
Wrong married right and Wright married wrong.
Now. Mrs. Wright come home one night, she was feeling tight,
And whether she was wrong or right she meant to have a fight;
The cups and plates she kicked about and the furniture she smashed,
She jumped upon the poor old cat, out of the house he dashed.
She flew into the riverside with suicide intent,
Just like a flash of lightning, right after her he went;
Oh, she jumped, he jumped after her, it was a shocking sight,
And that was all was ever heard of either Wrong or Wright.
Oh, Mr. Wright loved Mrs. Wrong,
Poor Mr. Wright's love didn't last long;
She was addicted to a temper so strong,
Wrong married right and Wright married wrong.
Sung by Lou O'Driscoll of Tors Cove, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA). Also recorded by Mel Tillis with Sherry Bryce (MGM, May 1975).
