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 Begone to your whores I ſolemnly ſwear,

if you ſtay any longer, I'll cut off your ears,

And I'll certainly ſpoil the reſt of your wares,

ſaying, O that I ne'er had been married.

You impudent jade to rail againſt whores,

pray where is your gallant the taylor?

By him you had a baſtard you know,

the mean time that I was a ſailor.

You rifled my riches, you plunderd my ſtore,

I father'd your baſtar'd when I come on ſhore,

You audacious jade to rail againſt whores,

ſaying, O that I ne'er had been married.

The reaſon of this the woman did ſay,

all reaſon that I had this failing,

He only ſupplied your place when away,

the mean time when you was a ſailing

For ſeven long years that you was from home,

why ſhould I ly ſighing and tumbling alone?

While you got a moll, at each port you did come,

ſaying, O that I ne'er had been married.

Before that you rogue, you diſgraced me ſo,

I paſs'd for an honeſt woman!

But now you have let the neighbours to know,

that I to the taylor was common:

For diſgracing me ſo, you're the ſon of a whore,

ſhe off with her cap, and at him once more,

Then preſently, they did roll on the floor,

ſaying, O that I ne'er had been married.

The children did ſqual, the diſhes did fly,

the pipkins did rattle like thunder;

By this time the neighbours broke open the door,

and ſtrove for to part them aſunder.

But ſhe, like a fcold, did make this reply,

go hang you, you rogue, I'll fight till I die,

She up with her hand double 'gave him a black eye,

ſaying, blaſt you, you rogue, I'll be maſter.