Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Matrimony
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Matrimony.
"My dear, what makes you always yawn?"
The wife exclaimed, her temper gone,
"Is home so dull and dreary?"
"Not so, my love?" he said, "not so;
But man and wife are one, you know;
And when alone I'm weary."
The wife exclaimed, her temper gone,
"Is home so dull and dreary?"
"Not so, my love?" he said, "not so;
But man and wife are one, you know;
And when alone I'm weary."