There’s nothing so fatal as Woman

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Henry Purcell - Pop

There’s nothing so fatal as Woman

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There's nothing so fatal as Woman To hurry a Man to his Grave; You may think, you may plot You may sigh like a Sot: She uses you more like a Slave But a Bottle, altho' it be common The Cheats of the Fair will undo It will drive from your Head The Delights of the Bed; He that's drunk is not able to wooe

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Credits

Writers
  • Henry Purcell
  • Thomas d’Urfey