A Womans Way
Women is strange
You take my tip;
I'm wise
I know enough to know I'll never
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Women is strange
You take my tip;
I'm wise
I know enough to know I'll never
I'm old, my dears, and shrivelled with age, and work, and grief,
My eyes are gone, and my teeth have been drawn by Time, the Thief
For terrible sights I've seen, and dangers great I've run -I'm nearly seventy now, and my work is almost d...