In ancient days I’ve heard with horns
The wife her spouse could fright,
Which now the hero bravely scorns,
So common is the sight.
To city, country, camp, or court,
Or whereso’er he go.
No horned brother dares make sport,
They’re cuckolds all arow.
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In ancient days I’ve heard with horns
The wife her spouse could fright,
Which now the hero bravely scorns,
So common is the sight.
To city, country, camp, or court,
Or whereso’er he go.
No horned brother dares make sport,
They’re cuckolds all arow.
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