Dat nobody can deny.
Chorus.
—Dat nobody can deny, &c.
When a wife to rule once wishes,
Mit poor spouse ’tis all my eye,
I’m d——d if she don’t wear de breeches,
Dat nobody can deny, deny,
Dat nobody can deny.
Chorus.
—Dat nobody can deny, &c.
Yet dere is a charm about dem,
Do dere voices are so high
We can’t do mit ’em. (
Pause.
Nor we can’t do mit out em,