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The Dumb turn'd Scold.

Here was a bonny blade,

Had marry'd a country maid,

And ſafely conducted her home, home, home;

She was neat in ev'ry part,

And ſhe pleas'd him to the heart,

But ah! alas! ſhe was dumb, dumb, dumb.

She was bright as the day,

And briſk as the May,

And as round & as plump as a plumb, plumb, plumb,

But ſtill the ſilly ſwain,

Could do nothing but complain,

Becauſe that his wife ſhe was dumb, dumb, dumb.

She could brew, and ſhe could bake,

She could ſew, and ſhe could make,

She could ſweep the houſe with a broom, broom, broom,

She could waſh, and ſhe could wring,

She could do any kind of thing;

But ah! alas, ſhe was dumb, dumb, dumb.

To the doctor then he went,

For to give himſelf content,

And to cure his wife of the mum, mum, mum:

O! 'tis the eaſieſt part,

That belongs unto my art,

For to make a woman ſpeak that is dumb, dumb, dumb.

To the doctor he her brings,

And he cuts her chatt'ring ſtrings,

And at liberty he ſets her tongue, tongue, tongue,

Her tongue began to walk,

And ſhe began to talk,

As tho' ſhe had never been dumb, dumb, dumb.

Her faculty ſhe tries,

And ſhe fill'd the houſe with noiſe,

And rattl'd in his ears like a drum, drum, drum,

bred a deal of ſtrife,

him of his life

He'd give any thing ſhe was dumb, dumb, dumb.