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The second part,
To the same tune.
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Edmund.
My wife so cleanely is and neate,
She adds a goodnesse to my meate,
I eate when I no stomacke haue,
Because 'tis done as I doe craue,
In sicknesse she is my Physician,
For she's the best Wife that euer had man.
Dauid.
My wife is such a beastly Slut,
Unlesse it be an Egge or a Nut,
I in the house dare nothing eat,
For feare there's poyson in the meate,
The Dogs doe licke both Dish and Pan,
O she's the worst Wife, &c.
Edmund.
My wife will weare no yellow hose,
No wench can make her swell ith'nose,
She knowes that I to her am iust,
And in my faith she puts her trust;
Shéele not be vext say what I can,
For she's the best, &c.
Dauid.
If I vpon a woman looke,
My wife will sweare vpon a booke,
That she is certainely a Whore,
Though I ne're saw the Woman before,
Sheele claw her eyes out if she can,
O she's the worst, &c.
Edmund.
My wife will neuer follow me,
Goe where I will, at home stayes she,
Though I from morne till night doe rome,
She smiling bids me welcome home.
This makes me haste home to my Nan,
For she's the best, &c.
Dauid.
If I vnto the Ale-house goe,
To drinke a Iugge of béere or so,
Though ne're so fast I thither hye,
My wife is there as soone as I:
At me and my friends she'le curse and ban,
For she's the worst, &c.
Edmund.
If any friends come home to me,
My wife giues entertainment frée,
But out oth' doores she will not stirre
Unlesse I goe along with her,
She scrapes and saues what ere she can,
O she's the best, &c.
Dauid.
My wife will at the Ale-house sit,
And waste away both money and wit,
Nay rather then shéele liquor lacks,
Shée'l sell the smocke from off her backe,
Shée'l steale from me all that she can,
O she's the worst
Edmund.
Kind Cousen Dauid I am very sorry,
To heare thée tell so sad a story,
Marriage and hanging now I see,
Goe as they say by destiny
I would thou couldst say as I can,
I haue the best wife, &c.
Dauid.
I thanke you Cousen for your good will,
Long may your blessing continue still,
My crosse I must with patience beare,
Till God or the Deuill end my care,
And thus I end as I began,
I haue the worst Wife that euer had man.
Author.
You wiues who haue heard this discourse
Now shew who's better and who's worse.
The best will freely buy this Song,
The worst will shew she hath a tongue.
The head's soone broken that is scald,
And Iades will kicke if they be gall'd.