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To the doctor then he goes,
And thus he vents his woes,
Oh! doctor 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 it’s paſt the art of man,
Let him do what e’er he can,
For to make a ſcolding wife hold her tongue, tongue, tongue.
CHARMING FELLOW.
LORD! what care I for mam or dad?
why let them ſcold and bellow;
For while I live I’ll love my lad,
he’s ſuch a charming fellow.
The laſt fair day on yonder green,
the youth he danc’d ſo well O!
So ſpruce a lad was never ſeen,
as my ſweet charming fellow.
The fair was over, night was come,
the lad was ſomewhat mellow;
Says he, my dear, I’ll ſee you home---
I thank’d the charming fellow!
We trudg’d along, the moon ſhone bright,
ſays he, my ſweeteſt Nell O!
I’ll kiſs you here by this good night,
Lord what a charming fellow.
You rogue, ſays I, you’ve ſtopp’d my breath,
ye bells ring out my knell O!
Again I’d die ſo ſweet a death,
with ſuch a charming fellow.
F I N I S.
