Legal & Other Lyrics By George Outram: Containing a number of new pieces & fifteen illustrations by Edward J. Sullivan |
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MY WIFE HAS COME OWER
TO CURE ME |
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MY WIFE HAS COME OWER TO CURE ME
My wife she's come ower to cure me—
For naething on earth but to cure me;
I was deein' o' ease, an' comfort, an' peace,
An' my wife has come ower to cure me.
Nae doubt I was ill when a' thing gaed weel,
An' I didna ken what was gude for me;
My sleep was sae soun', an' my body sae roun';
Butmy wife has come ower—an'she'll cure me.
For naething on earth but to cure me;
I was deein' o' ease, an' comfort, an' peace,
An' my wife has come ower to cure me.
Nae doubt I was ill when a' thing gaed weel,
An' I didna ken what was gude for me;
My sleep was sae soun', an' my body sae roun';
Butmy wife has come ower—an'she'll cure me.
My wife has come ower to cure me,
My wife has come ower to cure me;
She cuist up her place where she gat meat an' claes,
An' she's come ower the water to cure me.
My cheeks were sae red, my heart was sae glad,
Bad symptoms they were to alarm me;
Preternatural fat, an' strength, an' a' that,
But my wife has come ower—an'she'll cure me.
My wife has come ower to cure me;
She cuist up her place where she gat meat an' claes,
An' she's come ower the water to cure me.
My cheeks were sae red, my heart was sae glad,
Bad symptoms they were to alarm me;
Preternatural fat, an' strength, an' a' that,
But my wife has come ower—an'she'll cure me.
My wife has come ower to cure me,
To show the affection she bore me;
I was deein' o' health, an' ruined wi' wealth,
When my wife came ower to cure me.
I rose wi' the lark, an' ate like a shark,
A' the joys o' the angels came ower me;
Outrageously right, stark mad wi' delight;
But my wife has come ower—an' she'll cure me.
To show the affection she bore me;
I was deein' o' health, an' ruined wi' wealth,
When my wife came ower to cure me.
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A' the joys o' the angels came ower me;
Outrageously right, stark mad wi' delight;
But my wife has come ower—an' she'll cure me.
My wife has come ower to cure me—
For no earthly cause but to cure me;
I was horridly weel—my banes hard as steel;
But my wife has come hame—an' she'll cure me.
Oh were she to die, what wad come o' me?
What spirits an' thrills wad devour me!
Ilka pap wi' the shool on the tap o' the mool,
Wad forbid her frae comin' to cure me.
For no earthly cause but to cure me;
I was horridly weel—my banes hard as steel;
But my wife has come hame—an' she'll cure me.
Oh were she to die, what wad come o' me?
What spirits an' thrills wad devour me!
Ilka pap wi' the shool on the tap o' the mool,
Wad forbid her frae comin' to cure me.
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