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MR. AND MRS. BROWN
(3) She. Furiously. Hard-hearted man, I tell you what,
I must know where you've been; I am pot jealous, Oh! no! no!
But it's a shame and sin! Your bosom friend, young- Jones, just left,
He calls here every night, I'm sure if it were not for him,
I'd really die with fright She. I I'm sure if it were not for him.
I'd really die with fright. He. What, Ma'am, if it were not for him
You say you'd die with fright! He, ( O! Mary Brown, O! Mary Brown, \ I'll call him out to fight! She. I O! Harry Brown, O! Harry Brown, ( He's far above your height.
(4) He. Indignantly. So, Mr. Jones was here, you say
While I have been away!, Now Madam, you will drive me mad;
We part this very day. You know it is my business, ma'am,
That keeps me at the store, And if I could have sooner come (/tic) I'd been here (hie) long before. He. ( You know it is my business, ma'am ] That keeps mc at the store. She. 1 I know it's not your business, sir,
\ ' That keeps you at the store. He. I O! Mary Brown, O! Mary Brown,
J It's business at the store. She. I O! Harry Brown, O! Harry Brown, } You've told me that before.
(5) She. Coaxingly.
There, don't be angry, husband, don't!
I'm sure I love you, dear I was but joking when I said
That odious Jones was here. But promise me, now wont you, love,
That when the night has come You'll never stay away so late,
And leave your wife at home.
j Now promise me when night has come,
I You'll always stay at home.
1 I'll promise you when night has come,
j I'll always stay at home.
i O! Mary Brown, O! Mary Brown, . I'll always stay at home. O! Harry Brown, O! Harry Brown, Now wont you stay at home?
(6) He. Lovingly.
You were but joking, dearest wife?
Now come and kiss me, do; Jones is a bosom friend to me, (seriously),
But need'nt be. to you. My little wife! my joy and life!
My gentle, pretty elf, If any one sits up with you
Hereafter, it's myself.
( If any one sits iip with you
\ Hereafter, it's myself.
( If any one sits up with me,
j O, let it be yourself.
(O! Mary Brown, O! Mary Brown,
Our quarrels they are o'er.
f O! Harry Brown, O! Harry Brown,
"j We'll r.ever quarrel more.