Matrimonial Sweets
THE CELEBRATED COMIC DUET.
Sung with great applause by Miss Woodward and Mr. Boynes.
Written and arranged by W. H. Freeman.
He. Do cease your clack and hold your tongue,
You're always teasing, squaling [sic], bawling!
She. You're always quarreling all day long,
And ugly names are calling!
He. - You know you can ne'er be at peace!
She. - Now pray do let your passion cease!
He. - You're never quiet!
She. - I deny it!
He. - Madam you'll my rage increase!
BOTH TOGETHER.
She. - Oh dear, Oh dear, 'tis the plague of my life
That ever I became your wife! - Repeat:
He. - Oh dear, Oh dear, 'tis the plague of my life,
That ever you became my wife! - Repeat.
He. You know you're always gadding about,
Dancing, walking, chatting, talking!
She. You know from morn 'till night you're out
With other ladies walking!
He. - You know you're always after fellows!
She. - 'Tis only you're so very jealous!
He. - You'll own you do it!
She. - Oh! you shall rue it!
He. - We're a happy pair, so people tell us!
BOTH TOGETHER.
She. - Oh dear, Oh dear, 'tis the plague of my life,
That ever I became your wife. - Repeat.
He. - Oh dear, Oh dear, 'tis the plague of my life,
That ever you became my wife. - Repeat,
He. You'll own your temper's very bad,
Looks, so flauting [sic] - always pouting!
She. Yours is enough to drive one mad,
Suspicious, jealous, doubting!
He. - You know my passion don't [sic] remain!
She. - But as soon as off begins again!
He. - Oh, how vexing!
She. - How perplexing.
He. - You'll put me in a rage again.
BOTH TOGETHER.
She. - Oh dear, Oh dear, 'tis the plague of my life,
That ever I became your wife. - Repeat.
He. - Oh dear, Oh dear, 'tis the plague of my life,
That ever you became my wife. - Repeat.
He. Madam, we had better part,
Than by living constant din in.
She. Oh, I'll agree with all my heart!
Let's be the task beginning.
He. - I hereby bid a last adieu.
She. - And I now take a final view,
He. - North.
She. - South.
He. - East.
She. - West.
He. - Take which corner you like best.
BOTH TOGETHER.
He. - Oh dear, Oh dear, I now for life
Am rid of my tormenting wife. - Repeat.
She. - Oh dear, or dear [sic], I now for life
Forsake the office of a wife.... [sic] Repeat.
Well, then, madam, as you are determined to go,
good-bye. Good-bye sir. You'll recollect madam,
'tis all your own fault. I beg your pardon, sir,
'tis all your own fault. I say 'tis your's [sic] sir. Zounds
madam. I say 'tis yours, you know I never was in
passion.
He. My dearest love, don't leave me so,
Without measure, you're my pleasure.
She. You know, my love, I could not go,
For you're my darling treasure.
He. - Then for the future, let's agree,
She. - And live in sweetest harmony,
He. - Nor let to-morrow,
She. - Bring forth sorrow,
He. - To crush our sweet felicity.
BOTH TOGETHER.
She. - Oh dear, Oh dear, 'tis the joy of my life,
That ever I became your wife. - Repeat
He. - Oh dear, Oh dear, 'tis the joy of my life,
That ever you became my wife. - Repeat.
W. J. Schmidt, Standard Song Publisher, 360 Mulberry Street.
