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Married? Ay, every man of them. But the one that is worst off of all is the cook; Black famine is ever at home in his house.

Married? They've folks that await them at home? Folks to be glad when they come? Eh?

Of course, In poor people's fashion.

And come they one evening, What then?

Why, I daresay the goodwife will fetch Something good for a treat

And a light in the sconce?

Ay, ay, may be two; and a dram to their supper

And there they sit snug! There's a fire on the hearth! They've their children about them! The room's full of chatter; Not one hears another right out to an end, For the joy that is on them!