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Soon after I was married a happy man to be, my wife turn'd out a saucy jade, we never could agrée: I dare not call the house my own or anythingsl" That's in't; For if I only speak a word she's just like fire from flint.
My very hair I dare not cut, my clothes I dare not wear, she even takes them all away and leaves me cold and bare. She railes at me when I am sick, she`s worse when I am well; Ah, now I know a scolding wife exceeds the pains of hell. |
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