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THE WIFE'S RICHES.
And what have ye for wife to share,
And how should she be drest—
A silken gown for sabbath wear,
And bonnet of the best?
Nor silken gown, nor glove she'll get—
Nor lace, nor riband dear,
So if on these your mind be set,
I need not tarry here.
And how should she be drest—
A silken gown for sabbath wear,
And bonnet of the best?
Nor silken gown, nor glove she'll get—
Nor lace, nor riband dear,
So if on these your mind be set,
I need not tarry here.
And where might the poor maiden dwell
Whom ye to church had shown?
I never yet of roof heard tell,
That ye could call your own.
Oh! little can my love impart,
For small indeed's my cot;
My wife must e'en dwell in my heart,
Till we find richer lot.
Whom ye to church had shown?
I never yet of roof heard tell,
That ye could call your own.
Oh! little can my love impart,
For small indeed's my cot;
My wife must e'en dwell in my heart,
Till we find richer lot.
213
No richer lot would I possess—
No better home obtain—
The wife this little would not bless,
With riches would complain:
So—if ye love me, as you say—
Why then your love shall earn
A grateful wife—whichever way
The tide of fortune turn.
No better home obtain—
The wife this little would not bless,
With riches would complain:
So—if ye love me, as you say—
Why then your love shall earn
A grateful wife—whichever way
The tide of fortune turn.
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