The woman to the plovv and the man to the hen-roost; or, A fine way to cure a cot-quean. The tune is, I have for all good wives a song,.

The Woman to the PLOVV; And the Man to the HEN-ROOST; OR, A fine way to cure a Cot-quean.

The Tune is, I have for all good Wives a Song,

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BOth Men and Women listen well a merry Iest I will you tell, Betwixt a Good-man and a Wife, Who fell the other day at strife, He chid her for her Huswivery, And she found fault as well as he.

With him for's work without the doors, Quoth he, a pox on all such whors, Sith you and I cannot agrée, Let's change our work content quoth she My whéel and Distaff here take thou, And I will drive the Cart and Plow.

This was concluded twixt them both, To Cart and Plow y^e good-wife go'th, The good-man he at home doth tarry, To sée that nothing doth miscarry, An apron he before him put. Iudge, was not this a hansome Slut,

He fléets the Milk he makes the Chéese He gropes y^e Hens, the Turks & Gees, He Brews & Bakes as wel as he can, But not as it should be done, poor man, As he did make his Chéese one day, Two pigs their belys brake with whay

Nothing that he in hand did take. Did come to good, once he did Bake, And burn,d the Bread as black as a stock Another time he went to rock The Cradle, and threw y^e Child o'th floor, And brok his Nose, and hurt it sore.

He went to Milk one evening tide, A skittish Cow on the wrong side, His pail was full of Milk, God wot, She kickt and spilt it every jot, Besides she hit him a blow o'th face, Which was scant whol in six wéeks space

Thus was he serv'd, and yet too well. And more mischances yet befell, Before his Apron he'd leave off, Though all his Neighbors did him scoff, Now list and mark one pretty jest, 'Twill make you laugh above all the rest.

As he to Churn his Butter went, One morning with a good intent, The Cot-quean fool did surely dream, For he had quite forgot the Cream, He churn'd all day, with all his might. And yet he could get no Butter at night,

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to the same tune.

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TWere strange indéed for me to utter that without Cream he should make buter Now having shewd his Huswivery, Who did all things thus oukwardly, Vnto the Good-wife jle turn my Rime. And tell you how she spent her time.

She daily us'd to drive the Plow, But to do't well she knew not how, She made so many bank i'th ground' He had béen better have given five pound That she had never tan't in hand, So sorely she had spoild his Land.

As she did sow the séed likewise, She made a feast for Crows and Pies, She threw a handful at a place, And left all bare another space, At th'Harrow she could not rule her Mare But hid one Land and left two bare.

And shortly after on a day, As she came home with a load of Hay, She overthrew it, nay and worse. She broke the Cart, and ••kild a Horse, The good-man the same time had ill luck, He let in the Sow, and she kil'd a Duck.

And being grieved at his heart, For losse on's Duck his Horse and Cart. And many hurts on both sides done, His eyes did with salt water run, O now, quoth he, full well I sée, The Whéel's for her, the Plow for me.

I thée intreat quoth he good Wife, To take thy charge, and all my life, Ile never meddle with Huswivery more, Nor find such faults as I did before, Give me the Car-whip and the Flaile, Take thou the Chyrn and Milking-pail

The good-Wife she was well content, And about her Huswivery she went, He to Hedging and to Ditching, Reaping, Mowing, Lading, Pitching, He would be twatling still before, But after he nere twailed more.

I wish all Wives that troubled be. With Hose and Dublet, Huswivery, To serve them as this Woman did, Then may they work and nere be chid, Though she i'th interim had some losse, Thereby she was eas'd of a crosse,

Take héed of this you Husbandmen, Let Wives alone to grope the Hen, And meddle you with the Horse and Oxe And kéep your Lambs from Wolfe & Fox So shall you live contented lives, And take swéet pleasure in your wives

M.P.

FINIS.