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THE HUMBUGGED HUSBAND.
Oh, whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad, Oh, whistle, and I'll come 10 you, my lad; Though father and mither and a' should go mad, Oh, whistle, and I'll came to you. my lad! Ay, vow and protest that ye care nae for me, And whyles ye may lightly my beauty awee; But court nae anither, though jokin' ye be, For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me— For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me I
THE HUMBUGGED HUSBAND. (A Parody.)
As sung by the Hutchinson Family
She's not what Fancy painted her—
I'm sadly taken in; If some one else had won her, I
Should not have cared a pin! I thought that she was mild and good
As maiden e'er could be: I wonder how she ever could
Have so much humbugged me I
They cluster round and shake my hand,
They tell roe I am blest; My case they do not understand—
I think that I know best. They call her "fairest of the fair,"
They drive me mad and madder: "What do they mean by it ?—I swear
I only wish they had her I
'Tis true that she has lovely locks,
That on her shoulders fall— What would they say, to see the box
In which she keeps them all? Her taper fingers, it is true,
Are difficult to match— "What would they say, if they but knew
How terribly they scratch ?