With his foodle doo! This carpenter he had a wife, The plague and torment of his life, Who, though she did her husband scold, Loved well a woollen-draper bold. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we are verse and you are prose. There was little fighting spirit here. Gianfrancesco found himself to be his family’s sole remaining male heir. The cause of this uproar was soon manifest. "Stay, dear Thames!—stay!" cried the little girl.
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