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 He knows not what to say,

An ass is more a man than he,

Upon a fuddling day.

For it's drink, drink, &c.

My husband is a workman good,

No man can be more civil,

Except upon a fuddling day,

And then he is the devil;

For should I thwart his humour then,

To claret he will fly,

And I have cause to dread his looks,

Upon a fuddling day.

For it's drink, drink, &c.

A friend of mine came in one day,

'Twas cold and foggy weather,

Says I to comfort us we'll have,

A cup of max together:

My husband came is at the time,

I knew not what to say.

I'll wager shall not come again,

Upon a fuddling day,

For it's drink, drink, &c.