Song XXXVIII., p.286.

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OH! lead to some peaceful room, 

Where none but honest fellows come, 

Where wives loud clappers never found, 

But an eternal laugh goes round. 


There let me drown in wine my pain, 

And never think of home again: 

What comfort can a husband have, 

To rule the house where he’s a slave. 

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