Authors

W.H. Freeman

Document Type

Article

Publication Date

1859

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Matrimonial Sweets
Freeman

One of sixty-eight pieces bound in “The Shower of Pearls : A collection of the most beautiful duets, for two sopranos, soprano and alto, soprano and tenor, soprano and bass, and tenor and bass, arranged with an accompaniment for the piano-forte.”

Boston. Published by Oliver Ditson & Co. 277 Washington Street

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Lyrics

1
Do cease your clack and hold your tongue,
You're always teazing, squalling, bawling,
You're always quarreling all day long
And ugly names are calling;
You know you ne'er can be at peace,
Now pray, do let your passion cease,
You're never quiet, O, I deny it,
Madam, you'll my rage increase,
O dear, O dear, 'tis the plague of my life
That ever I became your wife, O dear,
O dear, 'tis the plague of my life
That ever I became your wife.

2
You know you're always gadding about,
Dancing, walking, chatting talking,
You know from morn till night
You're out with other ladies walking
You know you're always after fellows
'Tis only you're so very jealous,
You'll own you do it,
O, you shall rue it,
We're a happy pair, so people tell us,
O dear, O dear, 'tis the plague of my life
That ever you became my wife, O dear, O dear, 'tis the plague of my life
That ever you became my wife.

3
You'll own your temper's very bad,
Looks so flouting, always pouting.

Your's is enough to drive one mad,
Suspicious, jealous, doubting.
You know my passion don't remain,
But soon as off begins again,
O, how vexing, how perplexing
You'll put me in a rage again.
O dear, O dear, 'tis the plague of my life
That ever you became my wife,
O dear, O dear, 'tis the plague of my life
That ever you became my wife.

4
Madam, we had better part,
Than by living constant din in.
O' I'll agree with all my heart,
Let's be the task beginning.
I hereby bid a last adieu,
And I now take a final view,
North, South, East, West,
Take which corner you like best.
O dear, O dear, I now for life
Am rid of my tormenting wife,
O dear, O dear, I now for life
Forsake the office of a wife.

"Well then, Madam, as your are determined to go, goodbye
Goodbye 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 sir. Zounds, Madam, I say 'tis your. You
know I never was in a passion."

5
My dearest, love, don't leave me so.
Without measure, you're my pleasure.
You know, my love, I could not go,
For you're my darling treasure.
Then for the future let's agree,
And live in sweetest harmony,
Nor let to-morrow
Bring forth sorrow
To crush our sweet felicity.
O dear, O dear, 'tis the joy of life
That ever I became your wife,
O dear, O dear, 'tis the joy of my life
That ever you became my wife.

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