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VOCAL ENCHANTRESS, 43 1
Ciirtis fwore, if men were rude,
She'd pull their eyes out, tear their hair ;
My dear, fays Hodge, you're wond'rous good,
My dear, &c.
However, let us nothing fwear :
For, fays fly old Hodge, &c.
One night fhe dream'd a drunken fool
Be rude, in fpite of her, wou'd fain ; .
She makes no more than with joint ftool,
She makes no more, &c.
Fell on her hufband might and main.
Still fays fly old Hodge, &c.
By that time fhe had broke his nofe
Hodge made a fhift to wake his wife ;
Hodge, fays fhe, judge by thefe blows,
Dear Hodge, &c. ,
I prize my virtue as my life.
But, fays fly old Hodge, &c.
1 dream'd a rude man on me fell ;
However, I his project marr'd.
Dear wife, fays Hodge, 'tis mighty well,
Dear wife, fays Hodge, &c.
But next time don't hit quite fo hard :
For, fays old fly Hodge, &c.

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