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Her father, he was Battling Fred,
Her mother Slap-dash Moll,
So it's no wonder now you're wed
You've found your match in Poll.
A knock-out's sure for you, my boy,
Each time at home you meet her;
You'ld best a fancy-man employ
To beat your husband-beater.
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