WHAT pleasure to me A bridegroom would be! When married we are, They call us mamma. No need then to sew, To school we ne`er go; Command uncontroll`d, Have maids, whom to scold; Choose clothes at our ease, Of what tradesmen we please; Walk freely about, And go to each rout, And unrestrained are By papa or mamma.SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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