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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
<PB N="535" REF="1"><!-- PDF PAGE 14 -->
<HEAD>A VVomans VVork is never done</HEAD>
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<LG>
<L>Here is a Song for Maids to &s;ing,</L>
<L>Both in the Winter and the Spring;</L>
<L>It is &s;uch a pretty conceited thing,</L>
<L>Which will much plea&s;ure to them bring.</L>
<L>Maids may &s;it &s;till, go, or run,</L>
<L>But a Womans work is never done.</L>
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<OPENER><HI>To a delicate Northern Tune, <HI>A Womans work is never done,</HI> Or, <HI>The Beds making.</HI></HI></OPENER>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="part">
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<LG>
<L>AS I was wandring on the way,</L>
<L>I heard a married Woman &s;ay,</L>
<L>That &s;he had lived a &s;ollid life,</L>
<L>Ever &s;ince the time that &s;he was made a wife.</L>
<L>For why (quoth &s;he) my L<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="1 letter">bor is hard,</L>
<L>And all my plea&s;ures are debarr'd:</L>
<L>Both Morning, Evening-Night and Noon,</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>I'm &s;ure a Womans work is never done.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And now (quoth &s;he) I will relate,</L>
<L>The manner of my woful Fate;</L>
<L>And how my &s;elf I do be&s;tow,</L>
<L>As all my Neighbours well do know:</L>
<L>And therein all that will it hear,</L>
<L>Vnto my &s;ong I pray a while give ear;</L>
<L>Ile make it plainly to appear right &s;oon,</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>How that a Womans work is never done.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For when that I ri&s;e up early in the morn,</L>
<L>Before that I my head with dre&s;&s;ings adorn,</L>
<L>I &s;w&eacute;ep &amp; clean&s;e the hou&s;e as n&eacute;ed doth require</L>
<L>Or if that it be cold, I make a fire:</L>
<L>Then my Hu&s;bands breakfa&s;t I mu&s;t dre&s;s,</L>
<L>To fill his belly with &s;ome whole&s;om me&s;s;</L>
<L>Perhaps thereof I eat a little or none,</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>But I'm &s;ure a Womans work is never done.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next thing that I in order do,</L>
<L>My children mu&s;t be lookt unto;</L>
<L>Then I take them from their naked beds,</L>
<L>To put on their clothes and comb their heads:</L>
<L>And then what hay &s;oever do be&s;ide,</L>
<L>Their breakfa&s;t &s;traight I mu&s;t provide.</L>
<L>Bread cries my Daughter, and drink my Son,</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>And thus a Womans work is never done.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And when that I have fill'd their bellies full,</L>
<L>Some of them I pack away to School,</L>
<L>All &s;ave one &s;ucking Childe, that at my bre&s;t</L>
<L>Doth knaw and bite, and &s;orely me mole&s;t:</L>
<L>But when I have laid him down to &s;leep,</L>
<L>I am con&s;train'd the hou&s;e to keep,</L>
<L>For then the Pottage-pot I mu&s;t hang on,</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>And thus a Womans work is never done.</HI></L>
</LG>
</DIV2>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="part">
<PB N="536" REF="1"><!-- PDF PAGE 14 -->
<HEAD>The &s;econd Part</HEAD>
<OPENER>to the &s;ame Tune.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>ANd when my pottage-pot is ready to hoil,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t be careful all the while;</L>
<L>And for to &s;cum the Pot is my de&s;ire,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e all the fat will run i'th fire.</L>
<L>But when th'leven a clock bell it doth chime,</L>
<L>Then I know 'tis near upon dinner time:</L>
<L>To lay the Table-cloth I then do run,</L>
<L><HI>And thus a Womans work is never done.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When dinner time is gone and over-pa&s;t,</L>
<L>My Hu&s;band he runs out o'th doors in ha&s;te;</L>
<L>He &s;carce gives me a ki&s;s for all that I</L>
<L>Have dealt and done to him &s;o lovingly.</L>
<L>Which &s;ometimes grieves me to the heart,</L>
<L>To &s;ee him &s;o clowni&s;hly depart:</L>
<L>But to my fir&s;t Di&s;cour&s;e let me go on,</L>
<L><HI>To &s;hew a Womans work is never done.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There's never a day from morn to night,</L>
<L>But I with work am tired quite;</L>
<L>For when the game with me is at the be&s;t,</L>
<L>I hardly in a day take one hours re&s;t:</L>
<L>Sometimes I knit, and &s;ometimes I &s;pin,</L>
<L>Sometimes I wa&s;h, ans &s;ometimes I do wring,</L>
<L>Sometimes I &s;it and &s;owe by my &s;elf alone,</L>
<L><HI>And thus a Womans work is never done.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In making of the Beds &s;uch pains I take,</L>
<L>Vntil my back, and &s;ides, and arms do ake;</L>
<L>And yet my Hu&s;band deals &s;o cruelly,</L>
<L>That he but &s;eldom comes to comfort me.</L>
<L>And then at night when the clock &s;trikes nine</L>
<L>My Hu&s;band he will &s;ay, 'tis &s;upper time;</L>
<L>Then pre&s;ently he mu&s;t be waited upon,</L>
<L><HI>And thus a Womans work is never done.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When Supper's ended to bed we mu&s;t go,</L>
<L>You all do know 'tis &s;itting it &s;hould be &s;o:</L>
<L>then do I think to &s;ettle all things right,</L>
<L>In hope that I &s;hall take &s;ome te&s;t by night.</L>
<L>The bigge&s;t of my Children together I lay,</L>
<L>And place them by degrees &s;o well as I may:</L>
<L>But yet there is a thing to be thought upon,</L>
<L><HI>For why a Womans work is never done.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then if my Hu&s;band turns me to the wall,</L>
<L>Then my &s;ucking Childe will cry and brawl,</L>
<L>Sir or &s;even times for the bre&s;t t'will cry,</L>
<L>And then I pray you judge what re&s;t take I.</L>
<L>And if at any time a &s;leep I be,</L>
<L>Perchance my Hu&s;band wakes, &amp; then wakes me;</L>
<L>Then he does that to me which I cannot &s;hun,</L>
<L><HI>Yet I could with that Work were oftner done.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>All you merry Girles that hear this Ditty,</L>
<L>Both in the Countrey, and in the City;</L>
<L>Take good notice of my Lines I pray,</L>
<L>And make the u&s;e of the time you may:</L>
<L>You &s;ee that Maids live more merrier lives,</L>
<L>Then do the be&s;t of married Wives:</L>
<L>And thus to end my Song as I begun,</L>
<L><HI>You know a Womans work is never done.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<P><HI>Entred according to Order.</HI></P>
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<P><HI>London, Printed for John Andrews, at the White Lion in Pye-Corner.</HI></P>
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