You've been a fool, and so have I, now come and be my wife,
And let us try before we die to make some sense of life.
We're neither pure, nor wise, nor good. We'll do the best we know.
We'll build our house, and chop our wood, and make our garden grow.
Make our garden grow.
I thought the world was sugar cake, for so my master said.
But now I'll teach
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