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Show MY WIPE. My little wife is out beyond the burn, 1 see her parasol behind the fir, And here am I inditing verse to ber Ere cbo return. That pretty bird ia happy tboio conceal con-ceal M, This fragrant chamber Einilea a peaceful smile What joy to sing the joys of borne tbe while ily Joy's aiieldl - My spouse is mild she's mock as any nun, And yet bar spiritual calm is such Somehow ono's always fueling Bho ia much Too good for ono. She thinks I'm wise and handsome 'tis her creed. 1 wonder am I eitherl Oo my word Sometimes I've wonder'd "an my Dannie iji'u i Thinks so indeed. 1 Perhaps! tor she my homage ne'er repels: Perhaps 1 might bavo loved ber half a life, Pei haps had she but been tho littlu wife Of some one else. , But wby ihould I complain of cross or cares? "While entertaining lior (who won't complain) It may bo I an angel entertain And unawaros. |