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Rh And not address A lady less
 * Than forty-five;

You'll please to frown On every gown
 * That you may see;

And O, my pet, You won't forget
 * You've married me!

O, my darling, O, my pet, Whatever else you may forget, In yonder isle beyond the sea, O, don't forget you've married me!

You'll lay your head Upon your bed
 * At set of sun.

You will not sing Of anything
 * To any one:

You'll sit and mope All day, I hope,
 * And shed a tear

Upon the life Your little wife
 * Is passing here!

And if so be You think of me,
 * Please tell the moon:

I'll read it all In rays that fall
 * On the lagoon: