In Wych Street Owen Wood did dwell; A carpenter he was by trade, And money, I believe, he made. With his foodle doo! This carpenter he had a wife, The plague and torment of his life, Who, though she did her husband scold, Loved well a woollen-draper bold. . She put a hand to the lad’s cold cheek and choked on a sob. Now if you are ready to go with me, I too am ready. His glance came up again and met hers. A constant attendant at court, he had the mortification to see every one promoted but himself, and thus bewails his ill-luck.
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