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Poems and Songs of Robert Burns
the henpecked husband curs'd be the man, the poorest wretch in life, the crouching vassal to a tyrant wife! who has no will but by her high permission, who has not sixpence but in her possession; who must to he, his dear friend's secrets tell, who dreads a curtain lecture worse than hell. were such the wife had fallen to my part, i'd break her spirit or i'd break her heart; i'd charm her with the magic of a switch, i'd kiss her maids, and kick the perverse bitch.M.HzgjJx.COM