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The Holy Twig
i. Tuesday morning I took her home, Lury, lury, lyda, Expecting to have a wife of my own, Lury, lury, lyda.
3. Wednesday morning she ripped and she tore,
Lury, lury, lyda, The like I never saw before, Lury, lury, lyda.
4.  Thursday morning she ripped and she cursed,
Lury, lury, lyda, We had a fight over a plate of mush, Lury, lury, lyda.
5.  Friday morning she put me to strife,
Lury, lury, lyda, Just before the sun did rise, Lury, lury, lyda.
6.  Saturday morning I went to the woods,
Lury, lury, lyda, Expecting my wife to do me no good, Lury, lury, lyda.
7.1 cut me a limb with twig so green, Lury, lury, lyda, Oh, such a whipping you never seen, Lury, lury, lyda.
8. Out the door, through the land,
Lury, lury, lyda, 1 sent her home through a shower of rain, Lury, lury, lyda.
9. My biggest battle is my best friend,
Lury, lury, lyda, And my week's work has come to an end, Lury, lury, lyda.

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