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Smug, Rich and fantastic old Fumbler was known,
AmDmEAm
That wedded a Juicy brisk girl of the town.
AmEAmE
Her face like an angel, fair, plump, and a maid,
AmDmEAm
Her lute well in tune too, could he but have played.
Em
But lost was his skill, let him do what he can,
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She finds him in bed a weak silly old man.
CGAmE
He coughs in her ear, "'tis in vain to go on,
AmEAm
Forgive me, my dear, I'm a silly old man."
[Verse 2]
AmEAmE
She laid his dry hand on her snowy soft breast,
AmDmEAm
And from those white Hills gave a glimpse of the rest.
AmEAmE
But ah! what is Age when our Youth's but a span,
AmDmEAm
She found him an infant instead of a man,
Em
"Ah! Pardon," he sighed "that I'm weary so soon,
EmAmEm
You have let down my Base, I'm no longer in Tune!
CGAmE
Lay by the dear Instrument, prithee lie still,
AmEAm
I can play but one Lesson, and that I play ill."