TAILOR'S WIFE

¶ Quhat walled thou my deir dochter Jenny? Jenny my Joy, where is thy dadie? This is ane great despite I think, For to resave sic ane kow-clink: Quhat is ȝour counsel that we do? I am content be Gods mother. I think for me they huirsone smaiks, They serve riched well to get their paiks. Quhat master fiend neids all this haist For it is half ane ȝeir almaist [] Sen ever that loun laborde my ledder, That sal I do cummer with all my heart. That sal I do be him that maid the Moan Withal my heart, therefore cummer fit down. ¶Killed up ȝour claithis abone ȝour waist, And speid ȝow hame again in haist And I shall provide for ane payest, Our corsses to comfort. I am content be Bryds bell, To gang with ȝow where ever ȝe will. Go hence harlot how durst thou be sa bald To ludge with our gudemen but our licence: I make ane vow to him that Judas sauld, This rock of mine shall be thy recompense. Schaw me thy name dudron with diligence: Falls hurson carl, but doubt thou shall forthink, That evar thou eat or drink with ȝon kow-clink. Send for Good wine & hold our selfis merry, I hauld this ay best cummer be Sanct Clone. I pray God nor he work on the vengeance. For I luifit never Chastity all my days.