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 And he had railed on his wife,
 * but that he bit his lip.

He blam’d her becauſe ſhe had
 * not told him of the ſame

The ſcalding had almoſt made him mad,
 * ‘twas long ere he was tame.

But down at laſt his wife did come,
 * with her he made a ſtir.

He tells her of his ſcalded bum,
 * and ſays, ’twas long with her.

She prays him to be content,
 * and moaned like a baby.

Had ſhe given this poor Jack of Lent
 * as dainty words as may be.

She fetch‘d him drink and nuts,
 * and more than he requir‘d,

And when he had fill’d his guts,
 * to ſleep ſhe him deſir’d.

Upon his bed freſh ſheets ſhe laid,
 * with blankets fine and trim,

And begg’d him not to be diſmay’d,
 * for ſhe would lay with him.

And James he would not idle be,
 * while ſhe his bed did made,

For he the warming pan did ſee,
 * then down the ſame did take

Jack’s father, thus ſaid honeſt man,
 * ſome gunpowder had got,

He put it in the warming pan,
 * thinking no harm, God wot!

Into the pan he ne’er did look,