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I did but tell her she mistook her frets, And bow'd her hand to teach her fingering; When, with a most impatient devilish spirit, 'Frets, call you these?' quoth she; 'I'll fume with them;' 148 And, with that word, she struck me on the head, And through the instrument my pate made way; And there I stood amazed for a while, As on a pillory, looking through the lute; 152While she did call me rascal fiddler, And twangling Jack; with twenty such vile terms As she had studied to misuse me so.

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