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Tho' Master had Gold.
Tho' master had gold and treasures untold,
And health were the all of my dower,
Yet my lowly lot would I barter not,
To vaunt of his riches and power.
And health were the all of my dower,
Yet my lowly lot would I barter not,
To vaunt of his riches and power.
His lady's too bold, a shrew and a scold,
And as black and as grim as a crow;
While my own wee wife's the light of my life,
And queen of the roses in blow!
And as black and as grim as a crow;
While my own wee wife's the light of my life,
And queen of the roses in blow!
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