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4 No matter whether in war or peace, Men can do whatever they please. Ri too ral, &c.

A curious tale I will unfold. To all of you as I was told, About a soldier stout and bold, Whose wife, ’tis said, was an arrant scold. Ri too ral, &c.

At Waterloo he lost an arm, Which gave him pain and great alarm ; But he soon got well, and grew quite calm. For a shilling a-day was a sort of balm. Ri too ral, &c.

The story goes, on every night, His wife would bang him left and right ; So he determin’d out of spite, To have an arm, cost what it might. Ri too ral, &c.

He went at once, strange it may seem, To have one made to work by steam, For a ray of hope began to gleam, That force of arms would win her esteem. Ri too ral, &c.

The limb was finish’d, and fix’d unto His stump of a shoulder neat and true. You’d have thought it there by nature grew, For it stuck to its place as tight as glue. Ri too ral, &c.