I Married My Wife By The Light Of The Moon, A Tidy Housewife, A Tidy One; She Never Gets Up Until It Is Noon, And I Hope She'll Prove A Tidy One. And When She Gets Up, She Is Slovenly Laced, A Tidy Housewife, A Tidy One; She Takes Up The Poker To Roll Out The Paste, And I Hope She'll Prove A Tidy One. She Churns Her Butter In A Boot, A Tidy Housewife, A Tidy One; And Instead Of A Churnstaff She Puts In Her Foot, And I Hope She'll Prove A Tidy One. She Lays Her Cheese On The Scullery Shelf, A Tidy Housewife, A Tidy One; And She Never Turns It Till It Turns Itself. And I Hope She'll Prove A Tidy One.
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