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 The goodman ſaid, Ye're welcome jo',
 * for of my trade I think great.

Your occupation take my dame,
 * quoth ſhe, goodman, well may ye bruik,

What is the cauſe your hand is lame?
 * quoth he the ſow, miſchief her choak.

Did it in 'er teeth and ſhoak,
 * and eke the meikle branded cow,

Into my breech her horn did york,
 * and's made my buttocks fair trow:

And now this charge l'll quit to you,
 * all controverſies let be ended;

Both corn and kiln, is quite burnt throw,
 * what miſs is done cannot be mended.

Wherefore my dear, be not offended,
 * but tak your charge and I'll tak mine;

I will that I had quire miskend it,
 * for now I dree baith ſhame and pain.

Quoth the goodman, the fault was chine;
 * ye took my trade againſt my will;

Now after this do not repine,
 * but occupy your own with ſkill:

Since of my place you have your fill:
 * then do not boaſt I live at eaſe,

When forth ye walk the pleugh until.
 * for now you know what drinkers drice,

Gae fetch me butter, milk, and cheer
 * and let eat and drink and gree,

Indeed goodwife, If it you pleaſe,
 * the no'er a crumb the ſow left me.