| Lyrics: | Dumb, Dumb, Dumb
There was a bonny blade had married a country maid
And safely
conducted her home, home, home;
She was neat in every part and she pleased him to the
heart
But ah! and alas! she was dumb, dumb, dumb.
She could brew and she could hake,
she could sew and she could make
She could sweep round the house with a broom, broom, broom;
She
could wash and she could wring and do any kind of thing, But ah!
and alas! she was
dumb, dumb, dumb.
To the doctor then he went for to give himself content
And to cure
his good wife of the mum, mum, mum.
Oh! it is the easiest part that belongs unto my
art,
For to make a woman speak that is dumb, dumb, dumb.
So the doctor be did bring and he
cut her chattering string
And her tongue it began for to run, run, run;
In the morning
when she rose she filled the house with noise
And she rattled in his ears like a drum, drum,
drum.
To the doctor then he goes with his heart all full of woe,
Saying, " Doctor,
you have me undone, undone;
For my wife she's turned a scold and her tongue she cannot
hold
And I'd give all the world she was dumb, dumb, dumb."
"When I did undertake to
make thy wife to speak,
It was a thing easily done, done, done;
But it's past the art of
man, let him do whate'er be can,
For to make a scolding wife hold her tongue, tongue,
tongue."
from Room for Company, Palmer
Note: first published in 1525
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