The Sensation Novel

MIDI File

Oh, agony! and oh, despair!
My misery I cannot bear!
The novel's all but ended now,
All hope has fled!
The girl I hated, you know how,
I'm doomed to wed!

But when with me the Author's done,
And Alice Grey and I are one,
I rather think my wife
Will have good reason to regret
The luckless day when first we met!
I'll lead her such a life!
I'll lead her such a life!

I'll sulk, and I'll fidget, and worry, and frown,
The housekeeping money I'll daily cut down;
And very poor dinners I'll make her purvey,
And very poor dinners I'll make her purvey,
And someone shall dine with us every day,
And someone shall dine with us every day;

I'll annoy her by superintending her rig,
Her boots shall be several sizes too big;
Her bed shall be apple-pie, sprinkled with crumbs,
Her bed shall be apple-pie, sprinkled with crumbs,
Her bed shall be apple-pie, sprinkled with crumbs;
Her gloves shall be cheap ones, be cheap ones,
And split at the thumbs, and split at the thumbs,
And split at the thumbs, and split at the thumbs,
Her gloves shall be cheap ones, and split at the thumbs!

Her silks shall be such as a tally-man hawks
And I'll never allow her to bend as she walks;
High heels to her boots I shall not let her wear,
High heels to her boots I shall not let her wear
And nothing whatever shall stuff out her hair,
And nothing whatever shall stuff out her hair;

In second-hand bonnets my Alice shall show,
That went out of fashion a season ago;
She shall drink out of pewter, and eat out of delf,
She shall drink out of pewter, and eat out of delf,
She shall drink out of pewter, and eat out of delf,
And as for her dresses, her dresses,
I'll make 'em myself, I'll make 'em myself,
I'll make 'em myself, I'll make 'em myself,
And as for her dresses, I'll make 'em myself!

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