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My Mother Chose My Husband 
My Mother Chose My Husband 
My mother chose my husband; A lawyer's son was he. When, on my wedding night, He came to bed with me, Ah, ah, ah! That's no way to---Ah, ah, ah! That can't be! 
When, on my wedding night, He came to bed with me, He bit me on the shoulder And almost broke my knee. Ah, ah, ah! That's no way to---Ah, ah, ah! That can't be! 
He bit me on the shoulder And almost broke my knee. I called my waiting woman: "Come quickly Margery" Ah, ah, ah! That's no way to---Ah, ah, ah! That can't be!
 (Continue in the same pattern) 
"Go tell Mama I'm dying; Bid her come hastily!" 
Came Mama to my bedside Before I could count three. 
"Cheer up, my girl. What ails you Will never kill", said she." 
"If I had died of that child, God knows where you would be!" 
"So if you die, my daughter, I'll grave you splendidly." 
"Then carve upon your headstone Where everyone can see --" 
"The only girl who couldn't 
Survive that malady." DS