The Roxburghe ballads . s a gadding go ; And all my fares a bit and a knock; it is but a Word and a Blow. Shell Cuckold me to my face, and over me stand and Crow ;If I complain of this Disgrace, it is but a Word and a Blow. My Dearest, said I, one night, Why do you so cruel grow?She straight began to scratch and bite : It was but a Word and a Blow. Next day I took heart of Grace, and angry began to grow; 32 But she gave me a flap o th face : It was but a Word and a Blow. I took up a wooden Can, and [when] thinking at her to throw, She knockd me down with Frying-pan : It ivas but a Word and a B
The Roxburghe ballads . s a gadding go ; And all my fares a bit and a knock; it is but a Word and a Blow. Shell Cuckold me to my face, and over me stand and Crow ;If I complain of this Disgrace, it is but a Word and a Blow. My Dearest, said I, one night, Why do you so cruel grow?She straight began to scratch and bite : It was but a Word and a Blow. Next day I took heart of Grace, and angry began to grow; 32 But she gave me a flap o th face : It was but a Word and a Blow. I took up a wooden Can, and [when] thinking at her to throw, She knockd me down with Frying-pan : It ivas but a Word and a Blow. This makes me weary of Life, I care not wh[i]ther I go, [text, whether. So I can live but [apart] from my Wife, that makes but a Word and a Blow. Let him that a Widdow wooes, or courts a Maid to his Froe, Take her down in her Wedding-Shooes : Else tis but a Word and Blow. Printed and sold by J. Millet, next door to the Flower-de-Luce, in Little Brittain. [Black-letter. Threecuts: SeeAro^,, circu 1689-91.]. M 433 [Pepys Collection, IV. 135. Apparently Unique.] Ege SMuVg RWmtv to tge ^cn=pecfct Cucfeolog Com-plaint, Stfiotoing tfje Keasons gije Sat) to €f>am5tSim, ano pr IResolntion to continue Sec SDigcipltneouer Sim till Se menth To the Tune of, [/], Marry and thank you too. Licensed according to Order. Y Cuckold tells tales of me, a Changeling I think hell grow. But if he wont his Error see, I11make him his Duty know, [rnisp. show. Ill teach him to prate about, and all our Secrets to show, Next time I lay my hand o th Lout, Ill make him his Duty know. Tis true, I chastize the Fool, good manners in him to show ;Yet tho I often do him school, hell never his Duly know. Ill make him to worship me, he promisd it once at Bow ; If he wont down upon his knee, Ill make him his Duty know. 16 Ile him at a distance keep, he shall not familiar grow ; When I do frown, hed best to creep, Ill make him his Duty know. A Husbands a Rampant thing, unless you do keep him low ;H
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