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With his foodle doo! This carpenter he had a wife, The plague and torment of his life, Who, though she did her husband scold, Loved well a woollen-draper bold. If they do, now and then, run away with a knocker, paint a sign, beat the watch, or huff a magistrate, they pay for their pastime, and that's sufficient. But you must allow me to observe, my good Sir, that you're wholly in the wrong respecting my friend. You really ought not to stay here and talk to us.
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