There was a jolly blade that married a comely maid
And soon he conducted her home, home, home;
In every household art she was a comfort to his heart,
But alas, and alas(?) she was dumb, dumb, dumb.

To the Doctor then he went with mournful discontent,
Saying "Doctor, dear doctor, I have come, come, come.
I'll pay you fifty pounds and that in purest gold
If you make my wife speak that is dumb, dumb, dumb."

To the the doctor then she went and he cut some little strings
And gave her tongue liberty to run, run, run,
But like a silly brute her husband she abused,
Saying, "You dog, I'll let you know I'm not dumb, dumb, dumb."

To the doctor then he went(?) with(?) mournful(?) discontent,
Saying "Doctor, dear doctor, I've come, come, come,
My wife has turned a scold and with her I cannot hold,
I'd give anything at all to have her dumb, dumb, dumb."

"I could freely undertake to make your wife to speak
Though that was not easily done, done, done;
It's not in the power of man, let him do all he can
To make a nagging wife hold her tongue, tongue, tongue,
To make a nagging wife hold her tongue."

[Illegible handwritten note here]