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. “After all, it’s our honeymoon. By a miracle, he averted its path, his hold on the girl’s mouth shifting fast to grasp her wrist. But he did not find the sword of monsieur le major, for this sergeant would have recognised it and told me that I am arrested again.
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