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She look'd on her young son-in-law,
with such an evil eye.
That if he any thing had done,
straight in his face she'd fly.
Tho' he submitted to her will,
in hopes her love to gain,
Yet she did still the tyrant play,
his labour was in vain.
The step mother she hated him,
and so malicious grew,
That sure I am she was a limb,
of the internal crew
Brown bread and four beer, God wot,
she did for him prepare,
While she had geese and capons hot,
with other dainty fare:
Nay, tho' his meat and drink was poor,
he had not half enough,
Yet if he seem'd to crave for more,
his ears she straight would cuff.
His father lov'd him passing well,
as of a truth I know;
And yet, good man, he could not tell,
what way to tame a shrew.
A weary life her husband led,
about his son, for why?
Each night when he did come to bed,
this was her constant cry,
O put this wicked boy away,
let him be firmly tied
To some hard master, that he may,
be sure to thrash his hide:
At home, said she, he will be spoil'd,
with pleasure and delight
And thus against him she revil'd,
both morning, noon, and night.
The tender father thus did lay,
my childs too young as yet,
