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16 To have the man be one day maſter,

And muſt be rid or they ſubmit

With whip and ſpur, and temper'd bit:

Muſt taſte the ſweets and plagues of marriage

Before they have an eaſy carriage,

Yet here our bride muſt have her due,

She ſtuck as cloſe to Tom as glue,

Tuck'd up her coats to mend her pace.

And walk'd till ſweat ran down her face:

Sturdy ſhe rak'd along the plain,

To keep in view her fellow ſwain

And kindly follows Tommy's lead,

That ſhe at night on joys might feed.

If he prepares when things are dreſt,

I pawn my life ſhe'll be his gueſt,

Stick cloſe, and ſtuck and round him twine

Till Phoebus thro' the curtains ſhine,

Surround their pillows with bright rays,

And with them many happy days,

Now they arrive all in a foam,

The old wife bids them welcome home,

Salutes her daughter and her ſon,

So now begins the merry fun.

The greeſy cock at once appears,

And thunders miſchief in their ears,

She ſcolds and brawls, and makes a noiſe,

And throws her fat amongſt the boys;

Now runs to ſee the kettle boil,

Mean while ſhe lets the butter boil,

Then boxes her who turns the ſpit,

And cries you jade, you'll burn the meat

Fire, ſmoke, and fury round her goes,