Man is for the woman made
And the woman made for man
As the spur is for the jade
As the scabbard for the blade
As for digging is the spade
As for liquor is the can
So man is for the woman made
And the woman made for man

As the scepter to be sway'd
As for night's the serenade
As for pudding is the pan
And to cool us is the fan
So man is for the woman made
And the woman made for man

Be she widow, wife or maid
Be she wanton, be she stayed
Be she well or ill array'd
Whore, bawd or harridan
Yet man is for the woman made
And the woman made for man