Sourkrout un Sausages, etc.
The Musical Wife.
How I wish that my wife would not practice all day,
My head it is ready to split,
It snows, so I can not get out of her way,
But at home all the morning must sit.
How little I thought, when I first heard her sing,
And hung o’er her harp with delight,
The sorrows a musical partner might bring,