Page:Unfortunate son, or, A kind wife is worth gold.pdf/14

 :My father knocks full faſt, And I do fear that he’ll come down,
 * and find the poſſet there.

Said Jack, he is not ſuch a clown,
 * that he ſhould ſo much fear

But to prevent the worſt, ſaid ſhe,
 * I’ll hide it now awa;

I would rot have the old one ſee,
 * leſt that we have a tray.

Old age is crabbed, that we have ſeen,
 * and by experience find

And to prevent the following woe,
 * theſe things we well muſt mind,

Into the privy houſe ſhe goes,
 * and ſets it on a ſtool

Her huſband little did ſuppoſe
 * that it was there, poor fool!

No ſooner he came out again,
 * but with redoubled force,

The old man kick’d with might and main,
 * and began to ſwear and curſe.

Up ſtairs ſhe ran with haſte and ſpeed,
 * when fearing to be ſent,

In the mean time he having need,
 * unto the privy went.

Now Jack unto the privy come,
 * he look’d as he could roſs it,

He very fairly ſet his bum,
 * in the middle of the poſſet.

So ſcalded he was ne’er in his life,
 * which made him ſkip and trip,