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Pleasant and Divertive.
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And she rattl'd in his Ears like a drum, drum, drum,
She bred a deal of Strife,
Made him weary of his Life,
He'd give any thing again she was dumb, dumb, dumb.
To the Dr. then he goes,
And thus he vents his Woes,
Oh ! Dr. You've me undone, undone, undone ;
For my Wife she's turn'd a Scold,
And her Tongue can never hold,
I'd give any kind of thing she was dumb, dumb, dumb.
When I did undertake,
To make thy Wife to speak,
It was a thing easily done, done, done ;
But 'tis past the Art of Man,
Let him do whate'er he can,
For to make a Scolding Wife hold her Tongue, Tongue,
Tongue.
The West-Countryman's Song on a
Wedding,
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