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Rh Out of my sight! Out of my sight, I say. Rh I'll call my wife, for what can women do,

That carry us in the darkness of their bodies,

But mock the reason that lets nothing grow

Unless it grow in light. Bridget, Bridget.

A woman never ceases to believe,

Say what we will. Bridget, come quickly, Bridget. Rh Wife, what do you believe in? Tell me the truth,

And not&mdash;as is the habit with you all&mdash;

Something you think will please me.

Do you pray?