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ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE.

SECOND VERSE.

The minstrel swell—and in language plain,
Declares, if kept asunder

From the spouse he loves, he wont refrain ;
For he cannot move on under

The terms just named, which you must allow—
To sink all lies and knavery—

Are cheap as dirt—to suppress this row,

To submit to which is slavery.

Give me my wife, or else your life you’ll find
Like Mantilini’s—“ One demnition grind.”
Never !

Then I resume my dulcet strain,

For I can turn—and turn—and turn again.

[Zurniny the handle.

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