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440 Ballads and Songs of Michigan
And I kindly says* "Why, William, dear, Wherever have you been?"
8 "To church," says he. "You lie," says I, "No rogue is in this plan."
And away I smashed the rolling pin On my good-lookin' man.
9 I blacked his eye and broke his nose; In ringlets tore his clothes.
The next I took a poker stick And laid it across his nose.
io As black as any chimney sweep And out of doors he ran, But there wasn't another fell in love With my good-lookin* man.
ii O come all ye wives and maidens, too, From low and high degree; If any of you such a husband get, Pitch into him like me.