CURSD be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The crouching vassal to a tyrant wife!
Who has no will but by her high permission,
Who has not sixpence but in her possession;
Who must to he, his dear friends secrets tell,
Who dreads a curtain lecture worse than hell.
Were such the wife had fallen to my part,
Id break her spirit or Id break her heart;
Id charm her with the magic of a switch,
Id kiss her maids, and kick the perverse bh.
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written byRobert Burns
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