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 :ſo greatly ſhe was mov’d, But ſhe was more afraid than hurt,
 * for it was her beſt belov’d.

Sweetheart, ſaid he, be not afraid,
 * I am thy huſband dear.

Alas! poor creature, than ſhe ſaid,
 * why ſtand you naked here?

Alas! quoth he, I am undone,
 * my team of horſes ſlain

My hatchet loſt, my hoſe and ſhoon,
 * and my apparel plain.

Poor man! ſaid ſhe, what what will you do?
 * my heart for you doth ach

Yet tho’ my father envies you,
 * I will not you forſake.

Thanks, my kind wife, then ſaid he,
 * your love to me is great,

And as my love is ſo to thee,
 * give me ſomething for to eat.

For I am both hungry and cold,
 * then fetch me ſomething ſtrait,

Once in this houſe I have been great,
 * but now am forced to wait.

Alas! my father’s up, ſhe ſaid,
 * and little can I get

But ſomething I will get for thee,
 * and thus I’ll uſe my wit:

Into the butters I will go.
 * and there I will be ſure,

A pot of butter-milk for you
 * I know I can procure.