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When Tom and I were married, we took a little flat; / I had a taste for singing and playing and all that. / And Tom, who loved to hear me, said he hoped I would not stop / All practice, like so many wives who let their music drop. / So I resolved to set apart an hour or two each day / To keeping vocal chords and hands in trim to sing and play.
The second morning I had been for half an hour or more / At work on Haydn's masses, when a tap came at my door. / A nurse who wore a dainty cap and apron, and a smile, / Ran down to ask if I would cease my music for awhile. / The lady in the flat above was very ill, she said, / And the sound of my piano was distracting to her head.